AY! I have been sick since friday and it is incredibly frustrating. I actually had to call out of work today, which made me kinda sad...Not so much because I love work that much, more so because I felt like this allergy crap had beaten me and taken me away from my responsibilities. This growing up phenomena is a pile, if you ask me. I miss the days of classes when I could just decid that it would be better to get the notes from someone else and stay in bed for a day...grrrrr....

So I am supposed to be doing research for my extensions classes right now -- well, a sort of research they call homework, but nothing like what I was used to before...I would much rather update my blog. I came to campus for a few purposes: to attempt to study in my conveluted (or however you spell it) state; to bring my boyfriend dinner; and most importantly to pick up my diploma...It was one of the most surreal moments of my life...I showed the registrar my I.D. and in exchange I was handed a large yellow envelope and asked to peruse the contents. In my state of dismay, the woman at the desk congratulated me on my accomplishment with a HUGE disneyland-esque smile. I was filled with a mix: I was stoked to have something to show for my four years of study, but at the same time, feelings I had put aside since the summer sort of floated back to the "front burner" of my mind, if you will...It made everything so real, it was scary. There was no more screwing around: this was what my parents so lovingly often referred to as "the real world"...But I had to wonder, was it really what I wanted? I mean, I have felt this sense of reality before: when I was interviewing for work, when I started my job, when I got my first salaried check, when I became financially independent, etc, etc, etc...But it was different. It almost seemed as though I had been "playing pretend" for the last couple of months. (Ok, so I have been known to belabour issues past the point of recognition, so I know that I am just thinking too much on the subject. But it was a strange fact to be facing...This is show time...)

Continuing on in the fashion of philosophical ponderings, I found myself in the midst of a bizaar situation last friday. I was standing at Seattle's Best Coffee, next to my house, while waiting for my latte when a song came on the "in-house" music they were playing. It was Third Eye Blind's "Motorcycle Drive-By", which I hadn't heard in years, (partly because I lost my CD). It was a surreal moment because that song had always reminded me of people and things from my high school life, which was significantly different to life as I know it now. The odd part was, I found myself reflecting on the same things, but applying it to different (and more current) situations. I was looking at myself in two different perspectives and it was really weird! (ok, I know that there is no possible way that I can articulate into writing the strangeness of this situation, but bear with me...for all intents and purposes it was a pretty cool moment. Plus, I can't think clearly because of all the damn pressure in my head right now...)

Ok, so I think I have contributed a fairly wordy and not-so-stimulating segment to my blog...I'm out...