baby jesus somewhere (smack dab) in the middle of america (not for long, tricks). marketing was my jam for a couple (4) years of school, now it's graphic design. lose a lot of things, most of them unimportant (phones, cameras, debit/credit cards, etc). some days i seriously wish i were a.) beyonce, b.) sasha fierce, or c.) beyonce and jay-z's unborn child. other days i just remind myself how hard it is to be snoop d-o-double g. sometimes i accidentally put an 'e' on the end of the words 'tomato' and 'potato,' and most of the time i'm not sorry about it. words of advice: if you like it, put a ring on it.
“So, What’s Next?”
Regardless of how long my HIGHsterical friends thought I was going to be in college (I think at one point, ARF told me that I could get an apartment with her children when they get to college…), I have proven them wrong. Finished my last presentation/class/marketing plan yesterday afternoon (despite having to deal with the heinously bitch-of-a-girl in class who felt it was necessary to ask us the stupidest questions she could think of, and despite me having to fight with every ounce of my inner being to not give her a sarcastic, snotty answer back, and despite the presentation being over a marketing plan for a rooftop bar named ‘roofies’) and will have my diploma (hopefully) tomorrow morning.
Although I am excited about all of this, I am more excited to answer the “what’s next” question that will come from everyone and their moms. Nothings next - I will continue to live in my parents house and probably never leave. Okay, I’m lying. I’ll leave. Eventually.
But the real answer is: (drum roll, please) graphic design school. Classes start in September, so this little month of a summer break I’ll have will be filled with job searching (any ideas?), apartment searching (hopefully. any ideas?), eating (all things), drinking (all things), playing on my new computer (macbookpro, so in love, any app ideas?), maturing physically but never emotionally, and teaching Tipsy how to play dead.
Later Lincoln, it’s been real. I’ll see you in the fall. (To The Bar The Bar, The Downtown, The Brass Rail, Lazzaris, and Ali Baba, I’ll miss you, I love you, and don’t ever change.)
P.S. The word “alumni” (alumna, alumnae, what in the world is the difference?) really grosses me out. And I am an “alum” of two things now.
