Starting Over a.k.a. The End

Song of the Day: Defying Gravity, Wicked Soundtrack. Go download it!

I don't know what made me decide to start another blog. I guess that I missed that contact with the world outside of my little space. I’m going to send the address to most of my friends. See what they think of my utterly boring life, which is an appropriate segue to the nothing that has been going on since I’ve returned home.

That last weekend in Chapel Hill nearly killed me. It was like a marathon of doom. It’s amazing how much can go wrong in two days. That Friday before graduation, I had two exams. Oh, but it gets better. They were my two hardness exams, namely because the grad students gave us insane exams. Eric, my philosophy instructor had this freakishly bizarre extra credit section where you had to guess how many you got right on the test to do the extra credit. If you over-estimated yourself you lost the extra credit points and points from the entire exam. Needless to say, I was absolutely petrified that I was going to fail. Not to mention the JOMC class that nearly killed me before the exam. I sucked in that class. The suckage was immeasurable. Of course, that class had to be on the last day of exams on my only double exam day, ‘cause the universe likes to see me have multiple nervous breakdowns. And my father was coming in after my exam to take some of my larger things home. If you’ve ever seen my dad waiting for me to pack up stuff, then you should see another mini breakdown occurring about here.

So right after the exam, I called him (because he called me right in the middle of my exam, which prompted Eric to say the next call lost points off the exam. Yay!) and found out that my mother had gotten into a really bad car accident and he was going to be late. The car was totally, but thankfully she was not. So I sped to my room to pack up stuff. Eventually, Dad and Mom, I think, I can’t remember, (I was so worried I might have hallucinated her in.) showed up and we packed. Then, (this was probably not the best idea) I got together with B.M. to watch the rest of the Heroes season because I missed them because I was producing OTC. We stayed up until about 4. (Also stupid, cause I didn’t really sleep the night before.)

The next day I had to start packing for leaving, but that doesn’t ever really get done until I’m down to the wire on time. B. was supposed to meet me at 12 to finish the season, but he got stalled or I got stalled… anyway, we watched the last two episodes at his place and he went home for the break. You’d like to think this was over, right? Nope! So I went home and packed and packed and packed, but still not as near finished as I’d have liked to been. Then came graduation day. I woke up about 10, I think, to start packing again. (Yay!) And then the relatives starting calling. Again and again, and again and I finally made my way down to the Dean Dome. So I find my family, graduation starts, commencement is beginning and I…… fall asleep. And I was in the first row. I don’t even remember the speech part of the graduation. That’s just sad. My parents said they could see my head bobbing from the stands. I was just glad I didn’t drool. Apparently I was entertaining the guy sitting beside me. So we finish up with that and I go back to my dorm where my key is supposed to still be working and find out that no it’s not, there’s no one there to check me out and not even an express check out form in sight. So we called public safety and they let us in. I think we were literally the last people in my building. After 2-3 more hours of cleaning, we finally got on the road. After 2 more hours of driving, I was finally home all in one piece and I could barely move. For a week. The finality of it all still hadn’t hit me yet.

And I still don’t have job.