… with a domain name and a fancy new design and everything! Don’t I look professional?
Oh, and a twitter just for this blog — you can follow it if you want and get updates every time I make a post, which will now be daily! Yep, every single day instead of just when I’m bored in class or have something to complain about. I have THAT much to say. So here I am, writing to, like, what, both of my readers (hi Mom) to the sound of Justin Bieber’s recent acoustic album. Feels good.
So some of you may have noticed I don’t live in New York anymore. I am back in Atlanta. People appear to be shocked when I tell them this. I am shocked to hear myself say it. I have a lot of reasons for this decision and although I don’t feel like I should have to justify it to anyone but myself, I know it was the right choice. I will say that I just didn’t feel like I had anything left to work for. I felt like I’d accomplished my biggest life goal and that all I’d done was cross something off a to do list – the biggest item on my Life To Do List. At 23, when you haven’t really even lived yet, that’s not really a good feeling. So I left.
On to new things, like polluting the internet with my thoughts of television, cats, and pictures of my nails and expensive high calorie coffee drinks.
I have moved into my parents’ basement – not really a crowning achievement but it’s a way better situation than my tiny dorm room and the peculiar creatures called roommates who tended to inhabit it. I went through 4 roommates in two semesters – is that normal?
But I’ve had a blast decorating the basement, and now want to decorate every room in my house.
I’m also taking my (kind of) last semester of college classes at my school in New York online. Online classes are the best because you can do your work in your PJs and cheat on tests.
WRONG. Well, you can do those things, but online classes are not the best. They are the WORST.
First of all, I have easily twice the amount of work I did when I was going to actual classes, and now I actually have to read stuff instead of just gaining whatever information I needed to write papers from class discussions. This sucks. I LOVE books. Just not these awful ones they keep making me read. Who chooses these books? Look, I love a good tale of incest as much as the next person, but making me write about it and take a test on it just ruins it for me.
Pro tip: I managed to survive 5 years of lit classes on ONE book I read in high school. I have managed to find a way to turn at least six papers about unrelated books and topics into papers about Pride and Prejudice. I have not read a single assigned book in my entire college career. I have read about 3-4 books on my own a week, however. I am an English major with a 3.6 GPA. I call this working the system. My tuition is essentially worthless.
Also, my desk chair has wheels on it and I spend most of my time “in class” wheeling around.
It’s nice to be home, though, because I have plenty of space and can use a car to get places instead of having to deal with the hundreds of dirty and cranky people on the subway every time I need to run an errand.
And I like seeing my sister and cat every day and my boyfriend every weekend.
I finally have reunited with my DVR. Fall Out Boy is making music again. Good things are happening. And I hope you will want to read about them, because I want to tell you.