I just got a message from my school telling me to order my cap and gown for graduation.
Omg, it’s actually happening.
Should I get a stole? The Stole of Gratitude? Or maybe the Achievement Stole? Should I get a class ring??! Class rings start at like $400 though…
Also, I apparently made Dean’s list and I’m invited to attend the Honors Convocation. Should I go???
I had to take a heat transfer class a couple of semesters ago. The section with the good professor filled up before I could register, so I had to get the class with a different professor. And let me tell you, it was the worst. The class was absolutely shitty. I passed the class with a B, but I really didn’t learn anything. Most of the class probably passed because of the HUGE curve.
Just recently I joined LinkedIn to try to expand my post-graduation job search. I don’t really have much on my profile, and I only have like four connections, all people I felt comfortable enough to add right away.
Well, this morning, I got a notification saying my heat transfer professor wanted to add me on LinkedIn. And I’m torn because he was a really crappy teacher, but at the same time, this is a professional connection. Still awkward, though.
I guess I should add him. Maybe add some of my other professors, too. The ones who I do like and feel comfortable enough with.
It’s 6am and I should really go back to sleep, but I can’t shake off this I’m-a-shitty-person feeling that I woke up with.
However, I did manage to find a blog called spacebeards and it’s literally pictures of dudes with space shopped into their beards and it’s weird but also hella great.
I’m out having drinks with people and everyone’s on their phones, so I’m gonna be on my phone, too.
Update: I can’t finish Carmen’s drink.
Update: All the guys are pinching each other’s nipples.
Update: Carmen made me finish her beer, too. #beerisgross
Update: I just got a shitty lap dance? I don’t even. Feeling a little third-wheel-ish? But I’m not sober enough to drive yet.
Update: Felix is getting groped by everyone.
Update: Sober enough to feel like I don’t belong, but not sober enough to drive.
Idk if it’s particularly bad because it’s Valentine’s Day weekend, but I feel so fucking lonely and dejected, it’s unbearable.
Dang. The power went out in my neighborhood for the third time in the last 2 hours. What the hell man.
There are way too many pretzels in a box of Cheez-It Snack Mix.