One Month. Dear God.

So I've been a little lax in posting lately, and I know it. Never fear; my outrage at life and need to complain about it hasn't waned, rather, I've been dealing with real life sort of things.

I put a deposit down on an apartment in Brooklyn.

Ten minutes after I said "yes" I was thrust into a world filled with credit checks, furniture buying, down-sizing, cable bills, and paint chips. This is not okay.

Well, of course, it is okay, in fact, I'm really excited about it, it's just that the reality of having to be a fully-functioning adult with a balanced checkbook and billz to pay is pretty harsh. Now I have a very expensive apartment to pay for and no job to speak of. The pressure is ON, America. Will I choke? Will I resort to drug trafficking? Stay tuned.

Added pressure, of course, is saying goodbye to my safe, easy college life. One month from today, I'll be a college graduate. Scary.

Four years ago, I was homesick and crying myself to sleep. When I told a friend from home that I cried myself to sleep, she told me to make sure I cry into my pillow to muffle the sound so I wouldn't make my new roommate feel uncomfortable. What can I say? I surround myself with assholes. So now after four years of countless fights, drunken nights, and pizza bites, here I am, scheduling appointments to meet with my landlord and handing out checks like I'm JD Rockefeller. Consequently, my current roommate bought me "Personal Finance for Dummies" for my birthday, and I tried to read it, I really did. I just kept falling asleep. READING ABOUT MUTUAL FUNDS IS SO BORING. This bodes well, I think.

This is also why I'm a communications major. I've spent four years watching TV as homework and writing research papers on The Flavor of Love and The Real World/Road Rules Gauntlet III. Hey, my degree is useless, but I had a GREAT time. And you know what else I've realized? Once you put a deposit down on your first apartment, all of your remaining school work becomes even more irrelevant than before. How can I study for an exam when I'm picking out headboards? The answer? I can't. In the grand scheme of things, headboards = more important than my Small Group Communication test. And apparently, so is blogging.

Moral of the story: I need a job, I definitely need more than 4 weeks of college, and I need a DRINK. Big time.