Graduating
May 13, 2011
Today is Friday; I graduate from college Sunday. Lauralee is taking Kenny and I to Mexico this June: Ocean Coral and Turquesa. It's going to be amazing and ridiculous. Lauren is graduating, which is outrageous. I don't know what I'll do when I see her: "Congratulations on not doing your work?" "Congratulations on getting a degree but not deserving it?" "Congratulations on being such a goddamn pain that Tom Bailey was willing to pass you even though you literally went to his class three times?" I would really fucking like to get a job so that I don't feel like such an idiot all of the time. So I can make real money, and save real money, and get ready to start my life with Kenny. Transitioning sucks. I have nothing to say to a lot of these people anymore. Slogging though indeed.com looking for jobs. Sometimes I wonder: what was I thinking? but then again, what major could I have done that would have been better? I want Karla and Joe to come home. Woke up this morning with Kenny's bonershark raging against my thigh, and I lay as still as possible. I had just had a dream that I had been accepted to George Mason (I didn't apply there) with full funding. When I woke up I felt like shit, because, guess what, I hadn't. I just wanted to sleep. Kenny wanted to bone. Sometimes I think I should just do it, you know. So he won't leave like he did this morning. That's awful though. I guess I should get dressed for this luncheon thing. Love
Liz
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