My cake was cuter than yours. (But I didn’t really like the frosting.)
23 years old. Queer. New York. BA in Gender Studies. Germanophile, writer, reader (see my books here), feminist, runner, writer, lover, nerd. More about me :) In recovery from an eating disorder; living with PTSD. Trigger warnings always apply, please take gentle care. What's up, babycakes?
THE PEOPLE HAVE FINALLY LEFT. Party socializing from 3 pm to 10 pm is WAY TOO MUCH. I started reading at 9:30…sorry y’all.
Highlights: Uncle K & his best friend singing & playing Key to the Highway to me, chatting with Dave & Andi who are always so lovely, my grandma bringing me a card I gave her and my Grandpa when I was 9 or so (photo to come), kicking a soccer ball around the backyard with my brother, EATING SAMOSAS, talking with my dad’s best friend P in German…etc. :)
Awkwardly hiding in the back bedroom of Uncle K’s house making a photo slideshow of grad photos for the upcoming PARTY in my honor. Eep socially awkward eating-disordered introverts who have been suddenly denied their boyfriends…we suck at parties, I think.
Okay. I’m up. Today: look at rings online (my stepgrandmother wants me to choose one as a gift). Find perfect pearl ring. Am unsure about it because…that’s what I would want for an engagement ring. Is that a stupid reason to not get a ring? Shower. Breakfast. Sort things from suitcase (mail/send home v. bring to Indiana). Possibly run errands (bathing suit…? larger toiletries bag. and something else I forget). lunch? pick up Grandma and bring her to Uncle K’s. 3 pm: GRADUATION PARTYYY! hang out with family and family friends. eat Indian food and cake. …talk? decompress. sleep.
Graduated. Here’s me speaking at our ceremony (all graduates are invited to speak; cool department, eh?). Said a very difficult goodbye to one of the greatest people on the planet, a best friend of mine who has taken care of me in so many ways. I love you Tiff.
All three ceremonies (PBK, Lavender Graduation, Women’s and Gender Studies graduation) complete. Tomorrow…I leave town. Good lord!
Busted my brain for four years, but it was all worth it (Pris avec Instagram)
One ceremony of three DONE.
Highlights: the weird secret handshake, me and Jonah despairing the standing ovation, and the closing line of the guest speaker’s speech: “let your geek flag fly!”
currently I have: ALL OF THE FEELINGS
in two hours I get to leave to pick up my boyfriend at the airport (BEST FEELINGS EVER)
in approximately twelve hours I have to leave to say goodbye to my best friend at the airport (WORST FEELINGS EVER)
and in approximately eighteen hours the first of three graduation ceremonies begins (ALL OF THE ANXIETY)
Reminder to self: You are awesome at being productive in the morning. So now: dinner, chill with brother/friend(s), go out for ice cream, possibly a little bit of an outdoor concert…and sleep early. Tomorrow, I’ll wake up, maybe run (maybe not…) and pack like the wind, early in the day! Packing WILL be done by Friday night and then it will be a beautiful (crazy…) weekend. WOO.
p.s. So pumped that Ruth is coming! Thank you so so so much Ruth!
Had a great tea/conversation with Harp-playing friend. (Like, great.) Now: lunch. Write card to therapist. PAAAACK. Therapy. Skype. PAAAAACK. Dinner with friend T. Pick up brother at airport. AAAAAH