Day 97....

It's been a while since I posted...mainly because I don't want to post about the 2YG and I do NOT want to post about work...which leaves what? I don't really know.

I guess...after nearly 6 months of working (on wednesday), I'm grateful for my place right now. I'm grateful for my job. I'm not gloating by any means....God knows there are other jobs I'd love to have...and I know I'm severly underpaid...but I'm just happy to be done with school.

I loved school...I had plenty of transitions throughout 4 years. Many different battles and changes of friends...but nothing was like my senior year. It really was a transition and at the end of it, I was ready to be done with my roommates and get out into the world, whatever that meant. And I'm still not sure what that means, since I'm still stuck here at home...but it's something...and I'm living it.

This fall I went back to Wartburg for Homecoming. Wow. That was a mistake. I thought for sure it would be a good time...hanging out with my roommates...seeing people I hadn't seen for a long time....reminiscing..etc. But no. It was about 1 sec. new stuff and reminiscing and the rest of the time the same old BS. Let's get wasted. Let's mess with the same girls. Let's get high. Whatever. Have we graduated? Aren't we those weird people who come back for Homecoming that few people know? I think so.

Of course I'm not against partying and all of that jazz...but I know I've changed and thank goodness the life of Wartburg is over. Thank goodness....and of course, not really...because the 2YG (now the 3YG) still is in school. Rough.

Anyway. Here it is, day 97. No, Jess, I'm not wallowing. I'm good. I am. If any of you are around during Christmas, let's hang out, ok?

Peace.