Good.

So, I dunno...I graduated, what - about two and a half weeks ago?

I'm still writing thank you letters. It's a good thing to do.

I moved home. It's a good place to be. My brother came home about a week after I graduated, and it's really nice to see him. Today I went out to lunch with a friend and then came home and just sat with him as he changed the oil in his car.

The whole point of me writing right now is because as I'm sitting outside writing my thank you notes with the intention of keeping him company while he washes his car, my cat decided that my lap would be a good place for her to occupy.

She circled around the legs of the plastic lawn chair, looking for a good entry. She settled on her target and jumped.

It was really funny. There wasn't much room for her and she ended up sitting on my keyboard (the list of people to thank are on my computer). Although my leg is now slightly scratched, I thought it was pretty funny, and for some reason, leaving a little, silly, inconsequential blog seemed like a good thing to do.

I'm in the process of pursuing some really exciting dreams of mine with a few dear friends.

And it's good.

After today...

I am now a college graduate.

Mr. Bumble

Okay, this is not to trivialize my last post or anything, but this makes my heart smile, so I thought I'd share it. (Call me nostalgic, if you will.)

Here's another blog post I found the other day:

Wednesday, September 27, 2006

Mr. Bumble and me
Current mood: hopeful

"I love my Mr. Bumble. I brought him home with me from Singapor. Although some ignorant people may say that he is a monkey, I happen to know that he is a Bumble-Bee-Dog. Be informed."

here's why Mr. Bumble is great:

1. he says that going to Vanguard will be great and exciting and that he's going to go with me just to make sure.
2. he's good at cuddling.
3. he has amazing fashion sense.
4. everybody knows that dogs are extremely loyal.
5. i can tell him my secrets and he doesn't tell them to others.
6. he likes hugs.
7. he's squishy. (not just anyone can be squishy and not gross simultaneosly.)
8. he makes me smile.

*say that he's a monkey and i will end you!

hahaha - no, but seriously though...




Back to today:
Mr. Bumble has come to school with me every year. Although he's lived in a drawer in my desk all this year, the 8 reasons above still apply. Add one more: he loves me even though I'm graduating as a spinster. So, many thanks to Mr. Bumble for his steadfastness and loyalty all these years at Vanguard.

Bumble, this one's for you.

Final.ly

So, I just took my last final. Granted, I still have make-up forum posts to do for my English 466 class (freaking elective - who does that!?), but still...

I just took my last final. Ever.

It's funny - I don't know that I've ever had a week of finals that was so busy and full of challenges. And yet, I think I've handled them really, really well...all things considered. So, now that I've had a moment to breathe...

Wow, this is it. I'm done with school. How many years of my life have gone into this? Let's see, starting with pre-school, kindergarten, grades 1-12, five years of college...19 years. Wow, I've spent 19 years of my life in school.
And I loved it.

So, this is bitter sweet. I'm really going to miss school. I've loved learning. I walked out of my final today, got on my bike and rode around a campus that I'm saying goodbye to. It felt like one of those beautiful days in summer camp where part of the beauty of the day came from its transitory nature. It's fleeting. And in that, there's a subtle, quiet, peaceful, slightly melancholic beauty. I can feel God with me. I can see Him in His creation, and I can feel Him whispering to my gently grieving heart. The sun is warm, the air is soft, a butterfly jigs across my vision. I'm grieving the passing of something I knew, but I'm celebrating a race well run.

And now there's the future. It's unknown. I don't know what I'm going to do with my life, but I'm excited about it. I have a passion for beauty, for art, for people, for emotion, for God...and for the church. I want to do something that involves all of it.

It's a beautiful day.

So, I'm thinking about seminary. It's a thought that's been there as of last night, but I'm thinking about it. Fuller Seminary offers an MA in Worship Theology and the Arts. Maybe Here?

It's a beautiful day, it's a beautiful day. And hello, and goodbye, and it's a beautiful life. Thank you.

Self-Fufilling Prophecy

Soooo, I was browsing through my old myspace blog posts in search of something that I wrote a few years ago, and I stumbled across this post from Wednesday, September 06, 2006:




cats, LOTS of cats...
Current mood: amused

okay, so i've been going to Vanguard for a week now and I'm not engaged yet...

I guess that means that I'm doomed to graduate as a spinster...

;)

Currently reading:
Much Ado About Nothing
By William Shakespeare
Release date: 01 May, 1995




...Dang it. I guess this is one of those things where I say, "I went to college and all I got was this lousy degree." Heh, heh, heh. ;)

Somewhere out there, there's a big world with an ocean, beach, and grey skies...

It's 6:13pm and I'm still in my pajamas. I woke up at 11am today, ate an apple and my left-overs from my celebratory dinner Mimi's Cafe after my Senior Recital.

Lunch included crackers and a Snicker's Bar. My neck is really, really stiff and I feel pretty gross from sitting in relatively the same position all day.

However,

I think I just finished my Contemporary Literary Theory paper, and I feel pretty good about that. Of course, I think I'll feel even better about it after I've had a shower. I think then I'll come back and review it.

I don't know that this entry really has any significant importance, but I thought I'd share about it since it isn't everyday that I feel like an academically-induced sloth.

Today is May 1

1. I graduate in 8 days.
2. I performed my senior project last night. It went soooo well! God is good.
3. I'm trying to write a paper right now.
4. I have another paper to write after I'm done with this one.
5. I have a lot of extended dead-lines that I was graciously given by my professors.
6. I have a final project due Monday.
7. I have finals next week.
8. I graduate a week from tomorrow.
9. I have Theatre Awards Banquet tonight.

Wow.

Life is changing so quickly.

Yes...23 is a good age to be.