Okay. Enough of this poetic tragedy that I have all over this blog. I don't know why I even started that. Honestly i don't even really know how to blog. Like, how am I suppose to make my page all cute and stuff? Or how do I add pictures? These are all things I need to figure out. But. I have decided to start actually adding things here to update the three of you who read this. (hi aunts!) Good time to start too, I just graduated with my freaking degree. I think that's pretty cool but we'll see what the big-bad-"real"-adult-[world] has to say about that.
I can't wait, however, for people to ask me what year I graduated. Usually people mean high school but they never specify, so I will respond with the answer of "2009" instead of my old "2004" high school answer and they will assume I mean high school.
"Oh, I"m sorry, I thought you meant college. Yeah. I graduated
that."
I can't blame them though. I mean, come on, I look more like I'm 18 than 24.
Which is fine.
I wish I could of graduated college when I was 18 though -so that I could still go save the world AND get married. Now I have choose between the two. Because. Apparently my ovaries are aging.
