notice i never once made a bad joke about ramen noodles

I'm not entirely sure that the best time to start a blog is one month after graduation, two months before myself and everything that sort of matters to me is shipped to another state, and five hours before I wake up and drive to the beach.  But then, I'm not entirely sure that my timing is ever terribly efficient or even appropriate, and I'm pretty sure that's never bothered me before. Surprisingly though, after four years of turning into neurotic, narcissistic English major at a judgmental liberal arts college, this is actually one of the first "papers" I've ever started writing before midnight (it's 11:59).  

I blame this not on the corrupting influence of the "real world" but rather, on boredom from unemployment and understimulation, a quiet and recently kitten-less household, and a desire to get off the couch to check out some of the songs I downloaded this morning (iTunes is killing my credit score).  Besides, I never really expected the real world to include my dad using up my designer shampoo and a bedroom that still proudly displays my softball trophies and my middle school panoramic photo.  In my real world, I at least thought my bookshelf could hold all of my books.

But, there will be time for such wild dreams--that time is September.  Right now a new Red Sox hat, which sits on my desk (see: flat place to put things that have no place) mocking the Ray Lewis and Natty Boh posters hanging un-permanently from sticky-tack on the walls, is the only thing keeping my head, so to speak, in the game.  I really believed, once, in an America where a cute (yeah, I said it) blonde with a college degree and several summers of restaurant experience in her little back pocket could find a waitress gig in a big city like Baltimore--I am now terrified for my future.  My ability to feed myself (preferably with sushi, and a glass or two of fairly decent white wine) is for the first time not entirely grounded in reality.  

But like I said, it's not time for the real world yet; I still have two years of grad school and generous let's-try-not-to-let-our-skinny-daughter-starve-or-have-to-eat-fast-food checks from my parents to look forward to.  Oh, and that beach trip that's coming up in four and a half hours; I need to work on my "unemployment tan" (thanks Carinne), lest my friends think I've actually gotten myself a job or hobby.

So that was fun for a first try...maybe we'll meet again----Ang.

worth the $.99 on itunes:  'just like heaven' by the watson twins.  a lazy, bluesy cover of a cure favorite.  and they're twins, which is the best kind of people to be.