I'm back! Hello, peoples.

9 weeks.

Well.

I have a bachelor's degree. No more school...something that still has me waking up in a panic at night. And has me staring at the ceiling, fretting over it all day. Yyyyaaaaayyyyy.

Graduation itself was fun enough. My older sister and brother-in-law-to-be came back to CA from east coast and I got to hang out with all of my sibs and some of my other friends. Got a seventh piercing on a spur-of-the-moment thing with my sister. It's healing well. Walked with Phi Beta Kappa, departmental honors, and magna cum laude. Finally got my driver's during May so I get to drive around and actually do things now. And it's not in my name yet because I can't afford insurance, but I have a car, it's mine...I like my ugly little car...applied to a bunch of jobs and I keep applying to more. Haven't heard anything back yet. I know that I have to give it time, but the rest, vast majority of me that is ruled by paranoia wants to run screaming and crying off of a cliff (dude, you have to be BORN a highlander...). Less than a month until I hit 21. Yeh...Mayterm was pretty awesome, wrote about 150 pages in the month. Finally wrote some more over the last couple days after spending a few weeks focusing too much on my panic to feel like writing...so that was nice.

So now that I don't have school and am beginning, albeit slowly, to recover from my post-undergrad panic, I shall sincerely try to read more. And I shall have fun with it. Hooray.

Reading time begins now, w00t.