Breaking the Myth of Senioritis and Other Highlights of My Week

This blog may be labeled Life After College but unfortunately I am still in college at the moment. I say unfortunately because I am still taking midterms and buying books and attending lectures. And I am still stuck reading perhaps one of the most dreaded books in the English language--Paradise Lost. For those of you who don't know, I am an English major, so I do a lot of reading. Don't get me wrong, I am use to heavy reading. I eat and breathe books. But as of this quarter I want to take said book and throw it against the wall. I get the feeling that Milton and I would not have been friends. And I get the feeling that this thing called senioritis, really does exist.

For those of you who remember senioritis from high school, this is nothing like that. And for those of you who remember senioritis from college, you probably agree with the former. College senioritis is different. I am potentially leaving school behind FOREVER. (unless I grad school it, which is another story in itself). Leave behind late night cram sessions and annoying TAs and obnoxious term papers. The word FOREVER sounds really nice next to those items. And I'd say that it's enough to make anyone a little antsy and a little unmotivated (note how I am writing this and not reading Milton's masterpiece).

But moving on....

Highlights of this week:

I signed a lease. In August, I will be moving into a very nice but very small room and sharing an apartment with 4 other girls. Hello estrogen.

I went and saw Kick A** in theaters on Friday. Two things surprised me about this movie. One: how desensitized I--and millions-- have become to hardcore violence. And two: How much I loved this movie. Oh, Generation 00, we have issues.

I cleaned out/reorganized a ton of stuff. Apparently, I may lack motivation to do school related tasks, but I seem to have the energy to Spring Clean. As Lauren Conrad said last night on the never ending rerun of The Hills, and I loosely quote"There is something to be said about cleaning things out, you reevaluate your life." She was moving to a house with Audrina and Lo, and I was cleaning out my toiletries. Whatever. First time watching that show, and probably the last. But I make no promises when it comes to reality TV. Like I said, GEN 00 has issues.

Linds

Preluding It Up

There seems to be a trend in the blog world. Everyone wants to try something extra ordinary and chronicle it. Julie of the Julie/Julia Project. No Impact Man of No Impact Man.

But this blog is not doing that. I am not cooking my way through Julia Child's cookbook and I am not living without toilet paper. I'm not even attempting a new feat. I'm doing something extremely ordinary. I'm graduating from college.

In T-minus 8 weeks (if my dry erase calendar is correct), I will be walking across the stage, moving in to a new apartment, living with new roomies, finding a new job and basically making a brand new life for myself. whew.

But can't this be seen as it's own project? I am trying something new for me. And you know what? I'm a bit scared to tell you the truth.

Let me introduce myself. I'm about to graduate from University of California with a BA in English. No minor, no double major. Just English. I like to write. Hence the blog. And hence my zero job offers. But I don't regret majoring in something I sort of like---as of right now I'm so over all things school, so I'm not really backing this statement---but ask me this again when I'm pounding the pavement in a few months.

Unlike the majority of my friends, I am not opting for the boomerang option---moving back in with the parentals. Don't get me wrong, I love my parents and I often have fantasies about moving back in with them. My mom's cooking + my Dad's auto tune ups + the fact that my parents and I actually enjoy each others company= an awesome situation for a post grad who has no place to live, right? Wrong. After many sleepless nights (most of which occurred during Finals week for some reason), I've come to the conclusion that moving home isn't the choice for me. Personally, I feel like I'd be taking a step backwards. Backwards into a backwards town that I've been trying to escape since I entered puberty.

So instead, I've been craiglisting and ulooping apartments in NorCal. I've been going on what is the closest thing to a blind date that I've ever had in my life ALL week. It's been a crazy map questing, gas guzzling whirl wind of a week.

So next year I am starting over. Starting new. Starting an adventure. Something like that...

One things I do know?

I am

Rising above the Ramen.