Busy busy busy….

I have to pull a 10 page work out of my ass by Friday for Seton Hill. For some reason it seems different. I can’t procrastinate, although I already have, and I feel bad for not getting on this assignment sooner. It’s going to be my introdution to my classmates, and they specified that we are not to submit old content or works that have been published. Published? Sheesh, I wish. I get to do homework this week…there’s just something wrong about that.
Graduation was wonderful and underwhelming. The walk moved me, but sitting there listening to our speakers felt like a waste of time. Said my goodbyes to a lot of people. It felt good, but somewhat painful. The walk from the Chapel to the Sports Center is one I will never forget. Dr. Dunn gave me the best goodbye. Did I mention that she gives really good hugs? Took pictures with Amanda and the Rev at Orlando Hall. Wish I had taken more. Alas. Anne sat just down the row from me during the ceremony, and I almost forgot my card — you know — the one that tells the announcer my name. Yeah, brilliant. Lauren and I goofed off in the Chapel. I could swear that she found spiked punch, but I can’t ask her about it now…she’s off to Africa for the summer (happy travels Lauren!). Oh — and I graduated Cum Laude. I’m a dumbass and didn’t compute the honors system correctly. Yes, you may smack me now. But I got a nifty yellow tassel…it’s purdy.

The graduation party was a success. My family (including D’s family) melded smoothly with our friends. I think the last person left around 3:30 ish. Thanks to Amanda, Kahleen, Kim, and Frankie for my lovely presents. We threw out an obscene ammount of food. Who knew there was that much cheese in Orlando. I wish I had more time to spend with everyone (Anne… I love you !) but I think that will come incrementally.
The fam left yesterday. It was good to see them. Sometimes the visits feel too short and too long at the same time. I wasn’t in a good space this time, but I think that is due to the transitory nature of my life right now. I’m not solid, except on a solid foundation of change, which leaves things a touch treacherous. I was kind of disappointed that I didn’t get a graduation present from my family. I don’t know why that bothered me as much as it did. I’ll get over it — less stuff to move anyway.

Jerry Fallwell died yesterday. I don’t feel bad about being glad. If I believed in hell — then he would get a special seat. A special flaming seat. Have a nice trip, asshole.

D and I watched Dust to Dust. It made me sick.

There is much more to talk about, but I need to rummage about and find me some lunch! Howz that fer grammer?