Hey! Remember me? I know you’ve been waiting on the edge of your seat for my next installment and I’m a bad, bad, blog author for leaving you hanging.
Since January, my writing priorities have been contributing to my university’s newspaper, the WGCU magazine and finalizing my senior portfolio. Blogging just wasn’t on the list, but it should have been. Writing should happen daily, even if the writing sometimes sucks. Granted, it doesn’t have to be in a public forum on a daily basis…and I’m not even sure where the common theme is in this blog anymore. Oh yeah, I guess it’s just the stuff that comes out of my mouth, sometimes well-crafted, sometimes insulting and sometimes just boring. I hope it’s not often boring.
I’ve officially graduated and have been out of school for a month now. In that time, I’ve been published in my local newspaper once on a freelance basis and have a couple more assignments coming up. I’ve mostly been wildly distracted with another stimulating family crisis surrounding the ever-lovable antics of the meth addict in my life. I realize that I need to hunker down and not let these little curveballs she throws knock me off track. Time’s a ticking.
It hasn’t been all bad, though. Some graduates take time off to travel Europe or whatever other luxuries Mommy and Daddy will grant them before going off to grad school or finding work. I’ll call this last month my frivolous time off. I spent a weekend with my best friend in Atlanta, which is always fun and enlightening. Especially since this time, I was mere feet away from Margaret Cho and John Roberts while they blinded me with comedic brilliance at the Laughing Skull Comedy Club. Another was spent in Fort Lauderdale with my other BFF who’s expecting a baby. The whole family went on this particular trip and I got to be the perve who fondles the pregnant lady’s belly. (I swear it’s like an alien is in there.) Two totally different vacations both putting into persepctive where I am in my life. And where is that exactly? Well, one chapter closed and another soon to begin, though I can’t see what’s on the pages yet.
Now, excuse me while I indulge in some shameless humor courtesy of my boyfriend, Zach Galafianakas, as I watch The Hangover 2.