That's what new friend Ana told me yesterday, when I went to MJ's graduation after party. Yes, I have graduated. And I've never felt better, since, well, the connections are back online.
A lot of things have happened in the past week or so, and I was technically occupied with perfecting my speech for the baccalaureate ceremonies. It's hard to create punchlines, you know, especially when the microphone acts up on you - and only you.
Trace of history: today's the day the dear pope died, and I can't help but care. I follow the news a lot, anyway.
So I graduated (and I'm class tops, but we're a class of ten) and it's been pretty frantic. And yes, I got that MP3 player I was wishing for. Weehee.
It's been pretty awkward thinking of things the past few days. Just yesterday, in fact, I was too self-conscious, and MJ - err, Mari - kept on saying that I should loosen up. The after party had only eight guests, and only half are actually part of the graduating class. It does sound weird.
I actually have a lot of questions going through my mind right now:
- Would some people actually take advantage of drunk people?
- Would I ever have a lovelife?
- Would I survive college?
Finally, I can sit back, relax, conume some gooshlag, listen to my sounds and pretend to be a disk jockey.
And get some sleep. And that goes to you, Ana, if Robyn or you ever find me. But is it important?