The Blonde Moment

I had a dream last night that I was graduating today. I was freaking out in my dream, and I still kinda was when I woke up.

I guess that’s a sign?

I’m a senior now, which is pretty freaky. No matter how much praise I get for graduating early with a 4.0, my internal self is still shaky when it comes to thinking about the “real world.”

In a way, I’ve grown up a lot. I chose a job that kept me away from home and my fun summer job of teaching horseback riding. As much as I wish I could be riding with all my camper friends, I know staying here for my internship and for this job was the adult thing to do. I’m working two jobs an holding down an internship, and that feels pretty adult to me.

I’ve learned a lot too. My mentor at my internship has taught me a lot about what to expect in the world. He’s built me up but is brutally honest with me at times too. I’ve gained tons of new friends and have gained a new outlook on how I should treat people.

So, maybe I am ready to graduate. Maybe I am ready to start this big adventure they call “life”. Today, one of the speakers during my job training told us that you can’t stay in college forever; everyone has their “college phase” and then they have to move on to the next phase of life.

College is a lot like high school. Sure, we work harder, but there’s still that moment when you start itching to leave and move on to something more important.

After this year, I think I’ll be ready to do that.

First, let me explain.

I’m living alone in a giant house this summer. Seeing as how my imagination decides to go bonkers the second I hear a creaking noise, I’m terrified about living alone and have been leaving this place to stay with friends as much as possible.

I’ve also bought sleeping pills. They do not seem to work when adrenaline kicks in.

The reason I need a gun is simple. Not only will I be able to stop having a mini heart attack every time I hear the toilet start bubbling from bad plumbing, I’ll also be able to protect myself in case my make-believe bad guys/monsters/ghosts ever happen to run into me.

Also, there’s a bunch of trash pickers that rumage through the dumpsters behind my house. If one of them decides to check and see if there are possibly less disgusting things in my house, who’s to stop them?

Until then, I’m downing sleeping pills, locking every door in the house, keeping my light on, and sleeping with a butcher knife next to my bed.

Anyone want to sleep over?

7:15am - woke up in my friend’s dorm. Wondered how I got there. Vaguely remembered a night of popcorn and movies and laughter. May have had too much popcorn. Passed out on couch. Good thing I was already in my jammies!

7:17 - realized no one parties in their jammies. Except for nerds like me.

7:45 - made it back to my dorm room. Yeah it took me that long to drive across campus. Shut up it was early.

8:30 - finally made myself presentable for the Blue Knights camp. Except for my awkward scab on my cheek where I  accidentally burned myself with the flat iron. Yeah, that happened.

10:00 - finally made it to the high school where the Blue Knights are hosting their camp. Yeah it took me that long to drive to a place thirty minutes from my house. Shut up I can’t take directions.

11:30 - attempted to make a salad. Almost cut finger off in process. Slicing cucumbers, however? Super fun. Felt like a “Top Chef” contestant.

12:00 - made boyfriend eat said salad because I made it. May have embarrassed him in front of the whole corp by saying I would tell his mom if he didn’t eat his vegetables.

12:01 - what? Vegetables are important!

1:45 - had a break, so went for a run.

2:00 - after 1.5 miles (yes it took me fifteen minutes, shut up again), my legs started hurting so I stopped.

2:01 - sat down.

2:02 - could not stand up.

2:03 - realized I may have an issue. Perhaps legs aren’t supposed to give out in extreme pain like this?

2:04 - a volunteer who was an orthopedist said it looked like I had the beginnings of new shin splints and possibly plantar fasciitis.

2:06 - wanted to cry.

3:00 - after deciding to run in regular shoes to see if that fixed my issues (I don’t like doctors and their silly advice), went back to cleaning.

4:00 - was told to make mashed potatoes for 120 kids. Had small heart attack because cooking is not an area of strength for me.

4:30 - panicked when Instant Potatoes turned into a volcanic mass of bubbling white globs that burned like a bitch. Told you cooking isn’t my thing.

4:45 - got potatoes under control.

5:15 - served food and got praised on potatoes. Felt like a rock star.

5:30 - FINALLY found my boss, who told me to attend a meeting with him at 6.

6:00 - did not realize the meeting was for all the corp members. Or that he would introduce me as the “PR intern from UNC who’s been shaking things up around here”.

6:01 - also did not realize entire corp would clap over this.

6:02 - got praised on my potatoes again. Rock star power keeps going up.

6:30 - meeting over, got a full sheet of stuff to do. Yay! Of course I’ll do it all during finals week! No problem sir!

6:31 - that was sarcasm. This is a problem.

6:32 - good thing I love this job with way too much enthusiasm.

8:00 - came back to campus. So tired. Ate way too much sushi.

8:01 - wait. There’s no such thing as too much sushi.

8:30 - hung out with friends before they left to go to a birthday party. Too tired for party rockin’.

8:38 - Got back to dorm because I have to wake up at 5:30 to get ready and be at the Blue Knights camp by 7.

8:39 - told you I loved this job way too much.

9:48 - Showered and in PJ’s. Good Saturday night!

Presently - Just realized I’m missing a good hour. What did I do? Black out? Oh, wait, no, I watched TV. Same thing.

Now it’s HUNGER GAMES TIME! WOOOOOO SECOND BOOK HERE I COME!

It’s a good thing I choose to be this lazy. Otherwise, this would be a sad Saturday night.

A small portion of my brain combusted when I thought about all the work I have to do this next week.

That free massage I got today? Yeah, totally just undid all the relaxing work I had done to me.

Why, professors, why?

Por que?

It’s that lovely time again guys!

Yep, it’s finals week!

Well, technically finals week isn’t until two weeks from now, but this next week is going to be the busiest week of my life.

I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking, “Psh, that girl has no idea what busy is like. I have finals too and I bet they’re way harder to prepare for than hers.”

Oh yeah, you little smarties? Check it out:

Emilie’s Dead Week (not Shark Week)

• Portfolio due for Advertising/Copywriting that includes five pieces of media with three of them going together as a campaign.
• A 12 page paper for Leadership class
• Memorizing the entire Liberal Arts Core and school facts for my oral final in Orientation Leader class on Thursday
• Studying for a test (not even a final!) which is on Thursday
• Completing research for a presentation in PR that includes a 9 page paper
• Working the next weekend for my internship
• Figuring out where I’m living for two weeks until I move into my residence hall on campus
• Working at my job and finding time to meet for my final review
• Packing
• Being inducted into my new leadership position on campus while planning homecoming for next year

So yeah. This is why I haven’t been on here in like three years.

Espresso beans? Will be my best friend these next two weeks.

This is how I know there is an 84 year-old woman in my body.

My friend had his 21st birthday party tonight. A lot of my friends would be there, and it would be a wondrous night of pub-crawling and shenanigans.

But I stayed home because I was tired and had a head cold.

There were days when I use to party till the wee hours of the morning. Now, I just crave sleep over party crowds.

At least I’m bringing him a cake on Thursday.

Plus my head really hurts because I have a cold.

Probably because I worked from 7:15 till 5pm straight with only cookies and scones to fill me up. Which also made me sick. And the long hours did not help my cold.

Man, I’m old.

It’s called:

Registering for classes.

First of all, I’m a journalism major. This means that we have absolutely no organization and believe pretty flowcharts with lots of arrows are easier to understand than structured, class-by-class semester schedules that the other colleges have.

Oh. Holy. Lord.

I can’t figure this out for the life of me. My advisor is lovely and we chat like best friends, but even she doesn’t know how the shit this degree evaluation thing works online.

I JUST WANT TO KNOW IF I SHOULD TAKE HISTORY OF ROCK AND ROLL OR IF  I CAN JUST NOT TAKE 18 CREDITS AND THEREFORE NOT BE HAVING STRESS-KITTENS.

Off to go bang my head (or possibly computer) against wall.

Adios.