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un(distinguishable)

Look at all the innovation here, guys!

Four dudes, same song. Jamie even says, “not the usual.” I love Luda, but I think I need to give it to Trey here. Probably because he suggests a balcony.

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The Greatest

Well, I know Drake already knows he’s the Greatest. But, damn. I’ll stroke that ego some more. This song is perfect for all the things I’m not doing with my life.
Like sleeping. And foreplay.

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Another Monday

A ‘Not Exactly Ready’ list for the week of December 14th.

1. Waking up sick. Again.
2. Not having an appetite.
3. 40-hour work week at my supposedly seasonal job.
4. Holiday hours, meaning I get home after 11 pm every night.
5. The French chapter 12 test.
6. The French final.
7. Three past-due freelance deadlines.
8. More snow.
9. Getting hounded by the ‘rents about Christmas presents and new cell phones.
10. Bruises and body aches that seem to never cease.

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PDA PSA

Parents, talk to your kids about the dangers of PDA. It may seem harmless at first, but experience shows that if you don’t discuss safety, it can lead to things like 1,000,000 YouTube hits, a strain on friendships, and the increasing problem of indecent exposure. Talk to them before they have to come to you.

I don’t just not like PDA. It makes me really fucking uncomfortable. Like really. I squirm when I’m around people who cannot stop touching each other. Kissing, poking, holding hands, the sexual side comments, the loveydovey side comments, the everything else that is part of PDA…sick, Sick, SICK.

The last 24 hours, then, have been something bordering on unbearable.

Right now, I’m sitting at Caribou. Coffee shops are such an aphrodisiac, no? Well this (thankfully) attractive couple seems to think so. Lots of ass-grabbing, standing close together, ignoring the barista when she calls their drinks because they are in their own little world of love. Whatever. That’s just rude. And they both separately managed to make eye contact with me, while the other wasn’t looking, and gave me that cocked-eyebrow, “yeah you want this” look. I gave them the, “oh I do I?” look as a comeback (I was never good with those) and that sent them outside. Where they are now cuddling. In the chair next to the window where I’m sitting. I can’t win.

But that’s not so bad. I wasn’t forced to picture them in bed–which is what generally happens around drunk people with the PDA problem, or on bar dance floors, or impromptu dance floors, or in my apartment, or what have you.

Last night was more of the, too close for comfort PDA. Read: it wasn’t just in my face and across the table from me, it was happening to me. [Let’s take a moment to be thankful that someone was interested or drunk enough to try that shit with me.       Moving on.]

Hmm. A few Peggy’s instances, a sloppy (but fun: who doesn’t want to get thrown up against the Stadium?) trip down Forest Ave, and one random makeout in the Merle Hay parking lot… I think that’s my PDA resume. Oh, and one night at the Dublin which most people have forgotten (and I don’t remember). I’m not about to join the PDA bandwagon–save it for the bedroom. Or other private location. Unless it’s going to go down like the John Legend song. In which case, I’m a hypocrite, but I just don’t care…

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Goodbye, Undergrad

School started today at Drake. I didn’t think I’d care, but I do. I miss it. I went to coffee with Kristin and took her to the Bell Center after, and then I had to drive through campus. I passed Howard and it was just a bit surreal. Some of my favorite people were in that building at some point today, and I’m never going back. Also today, I received an alumnae packet and grad school info for Marquette. Hmpf. Ready or not, this is life.

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Acceptance

I spent a lot of time beating myself up this first month of post-graduation life. Why don’t I have a job? Why aren’t I more happy? Where’s the beef? And all other important life questions. Sure, I’ve blamed a hefty amount on the economy. Rightfully so. Yet I do have peers who have moved on to bigger and better things despite this job crisis. And for whatever purpose, I seem to think that comparing myself to them is right. But just because we’ve graduated at the same time, maybe taken a couple classes together here and there, doesn’t mean my objectives are the same. And that’s something I need to remember.

I left Drake after a well-invested four years. I’ve had a variety of friends, a handful of odd jobs, and an assortment of activities, organizations, and honors. Not to mention a double major and a minor, with a GPA I am proud of. What I didn’t do is limit myself. Nor was I overly focused. Instead I lived life. And despite where I think I should be career wise, I wouldn’t have changed those four years for anything–even a sweet gig at my favorite magazine, or a high paying job and a big city penthouse (although, it’s a tough one to say no to).

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Pomp and Circumstance

Today I walked across the stage, Summa Cum Laude, and landed myself a Bachelor of Arts and a Bachelor of Arts in Journalism. I officially completed four years of schooling at a fabulous private university and majored in Magazines and English, and minored in Sociology. I received departmental honors for both schools, and was acknowledged for my numerous other things.

I don’t have a job, I’m intimidated by the grad school requirements, and I don’t know what’s in store for the remainder of my life…

But I’m ready. I am so ready.

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