Releasing graduates on the streets
One by one, everyone and their mom is declaring independence from high school. It's a season of such joy, such nostalgia, and such confusion. I wouldn't trade it for anything.
As for post-graduation updates of my own I only have a few. I've been out of high school for 9 days and three minutes now and have successfully managed to waste most of that time in incredible ways. My friends and I have slept in obnoxiously, stayed up all night driving from 7-11 to the local pizza joint stuffing our faces, gone to the beach 8 days out of 7, gotten sunburnt and hennas, and had some of the most memorable conversations of my life. I have dyed my hair, gotten contacts (and finally stopped running into things- go depth perception!), and have lost the lazy curse I was once under. I now do things because I feel like them, not because I have to. Oh, and in all seriousness, I quit my job (and am keeping the uniform, you know I am!). But that's a yay, because I'm moving on to bigger and better things... one can only hope.
Tomorrow I get to spend way too much money to take my car in and get it repaired and such (errrrr, no good....). And along those lines, tell me why I made a car appointment for 7 in the morning??? And after those festivities are finished, I will embark on the epic job search, part II. I'm actually quite excited because I finally have references and there are some fabulous places to be employed for little to no money these days. I guess personalities and funky hair pay off for some jobs. Making sandwiches is apparently a non-personality business. Glad that's over.
In any other news, I'm not happy, but I'm the closest I've been in months. Everything is falling apart, but I guess that's what it is supposed to do, so I'm trying to take advantage of learning along the way. Happy or not, good days or not, sadness or not, nostalgia or not, my heart is so full of joy. I will be happy again, I know. Whatever happens, or doesn't, I know I will be. I'm feeling a bit ashamed because I haven't had a rant post like this about things that no one really cares about in a while. But I'm hopped up on pizza and frozen yogurt w/ boysenberries, so you'll have to forgive me. It's been the first time I've actually wanted to update anyone on anything in my life for about 8 months.
Oh and more news, my camera is attached to me again. I feel like a part of me is fixed, even if everything else has died. It's nice to have one aspect of my life that feels normal again. I haven't wanted to pick it up and go in search of adventure for so long, but the passion finally reappeared again. So I wasted all the money I had left on gas and went on an adventure all by myself (I know, Lauren loose in the big world without someone watching her...) and the results were amazing. A little funny, a little tragic, a little perfect. The bomb pictures are on a film camera, so I'm a little sad I can't post them.
(p.s.- I have $30 in my, "Lauren wants a dark room when she buys her first house" fund!)
Happy June everyone!
