Father Knows Best

I talked with my dad for a while yesterday, which when I call just to tell him I love him, often happens. He complimented me on growing up, and said that he is still reeling from the Purdue graduation ceremony. Since I'm the first child to graduate college, I'm sure by the time my brothers are done that sitting through three hour ceremonies will lose its luster.

He went on to say how great it is that I'm not an angsty, angry teenager anymore. Which, as much as he loves me, probably meant that from 2002-2006 that he hated my guts. I'm happy I never went through with lots of the things I wanted to when I was a teen, an am super glad that I don't have a tramp stamp* with the Aerosmith logo. (*I wanted this tattoo in 10th grade.) This teenager situation scares me about having kids because with my luck I'd have one that would be an even bigger shit than I was. Granted, it could have been worse if it hadn't been for my self-imposed celibacy, and the fact that I only wanted to listen to punk music and drink at sleepovers.

I'm really glad that I had this talk with my dad. He's my favorite, and after almost losing him twice, I make an effort to tell him that I love him everyday.

My mom has gotten a lot better, even going on to call Mark 'wonderful' when I told her he went to get me medicine for my crippling cramps. She's even hugged him twice, which for people I've dated is a first. I'm so glad my parents like him, because Mark is going to be around for quite a long time.

Oh yeah, and Mark got me a gorgeous ring for my graduation. I can't stop looking at it.

I graduated!

I now hold a Bachelor of Science in Dietetics with a minor in Fine Arts/ Art History.


And now I need to find a job.

I'm sh-sh-shakin'

• I'm waiting for my parents to get to my house for graduation. After five years of college in a little slice of hell know as West Lafayette, IN, I am done.
• I've never been so stressed and so uncertain in my life.
• I have two friends that I've been friends with since freshman year, Nick and Natalie.
• I've dated four boys in college. I am now dating the man I'm going to marry. He's meeting my parents tonight, and I'm not worried because he will win them over so fast with his sparkling personality.
• It feels really weird to be growing up, but I am certainly ready to.

All the right moves.

All the right moves? I have none. I am so unbelievably stressed at trying to find a job I'm passionate about. I'm not even worried about finding one in nutrition. Purdue sucked at networking for its students in my department. Sorry I'm not a kiss-ass, and didn't suck up to the professors. The ADA can suck a big one for creating competition when THEY ARE THE ONLY ORGANIZATION THAT LICENSES DIETITIANS.

I'm super stressed. At least I have my Mark, and my great friends.

If I end up going to cosmetology school, I will feel like a failure.

Take 2 Blue

"Quit telling the world everyday how amazing and wonderful your girlfriend is...when she's not. We get it you are blinded by her love."



I love when people talk shit.

Can't be better.

I don't know how this can be more perfect. I might have an idea. We are approaching 2.5 months of happiness everyday. I can't explain how I wake up smiling, go to bed smiling, and smile all day. I hope that all my best friends can find something like this. I want everyone to be as happy as I am.

The Amazing Spiderman

Everything is going extremely well. I'm still on track to graduate within the next two weeks. I can't wait to do this. Every time I kiss Mark, I fall in love with him a little more. I can't imagine finding anyone more perfect for me than he is. Getting to go to Bloomington to meet all his friends was wonderful, and I feel pretty accepted. Nothing makes me happier than waking up with him, eating cereal, feeding Winnie pop-tart corners, and then nerding out.

I haven't had the time to hang out with anyone lately, and I'm sorry. I want to hang out, but school needs to be finished, and now my car can't leave the county under penalty of not having a car anymore.

I also have realized that I am completely over bars/getting drunk, and would rather sit home and read on most days than feel like crap the next morning. I don't think its me growing up, my liver just can't handle a party these days. Super lame. Like I've always said, I'm just not cool.


Every time I find a stray eyelash, I make the same wish on it.