*with teeth clenched*

"I don't transition well."

Attributable to my roommate Lori who graduated with me this weekend. Said after all the badgering and questioning about what we will be doing next and without exactly knowing. I just kept saying, "I don't know." I don't know where I'll move, I don't know what I'll be doing, and I don't know exactly what it is that I want to do.

So I've started on the small things; there was a bike tire that needed switching around (it was on backwards), my room needs cleaning, and there's a new sewing machine to play with. I need to make thank you cards, but the weather has been so nice I spent the afternoon outside sanding down my bike (I WILL ride it this summer!). I also need to go on a bike ride, but I'm waiting for five o'clock traffic to die down.

Question

How much is too much to pay for pants? 

Official Invitations

My mom made me get official university invitations for graduation; I wanted to make my own. But I lost that argument. Per usual, I ordered them late and am only now addressing them a full six days before my actual graduation (I'm not expecting anyone to get an invitation and then rush to be at the Allerton Park Walled Garden on Sunday morning). So if anyone, who reads this blog if anyone does anymore, wants an official invitation drop me a line; you'll probably get it next week sometime. 

in pictures

The guy who's presenting told me my new shoes were "sick." Unfortunately he had a sick presentation, but not in the way that he meant. I also like how the guy leaning on the door is doing what I'm doing. My roommate Lori took all the photos.

The dancer, David, and another girl I offered a donut to.

The woods.

Unfortunately Lori followed the wrong person and missed my favorite part of the performance which was standing on stumps in a grid of Bald Cypress.

Putting sticks in a telemetry tower.

Erich climbed the tower even though he hadn't slept the night before.

In the woods there are a couple of shelters built out of logs. The dancer was inside this one and I was handing her sticks through the wall. 

Kevin's album cover.

This was my least favorite part, we were raking debris onto the log piles. We had to stay as close as we could to the pile which meant we were crawling through briers and honeysuckle and it was horrible.

The end.

the end of the semester

My last semester in architecture school I was worried that I wouldn't graduate because of a couple of classes with low grades. This time around I seem to have all my paperwork in place; this means I've been celebrating for a while now. While I can't really remember last week I do remember downtown Friday night (and a cold ride home), a drinking game Saturday night, waking up early Sunday morning to be in a dance performance, and then throwing up out a car window Sunday evening.

Let me explain before you assume I'm reliving my lost undergrad days; there are some differences. For one it's not all about drinking (see casual reference to the dance performance). Well, I've tried to think of some differences, but there's not many; I'd like to think I'm more responsible now but throwing up out a car window doesn't really paint that picture. I'll skim over Friday and Saturday saying I probably drank too much, and that I got hit on by one of the reviewers who came in for my adviser's studio review (I was sober when it happened and there were outside witnesses so it's confirmed). The dance performance on Sunday was even more awesome though. My adviser was working with a grad student from the dance department this semester and they needed some volunteers for their final performance, so David asked some of his students. Essentially it was a walk through the woods, but there were stations that we were walking to and at each station there were tasks for us to do. For example, the first task I had to do was stand on tree stumps that were in a grid; the rest of the tasks were tree-oriented. I was also the leader of the performance by keeping time and moving on to the next task before any of the other performers. My roommate took some really great pictures, but I haven't gotten them from her yet.

Then Sunday afternoon the Weisses, David, and I went out for drinks to celebrate me and Andrew's successful thesis deposits (here's where the story diverges from the undergrad connections, 1. going out with one's adviser (maybe) and 2. going to a bar with a baby). In my defense I hadn't eaten since eight in the morning, but by the time we were almost at Andrew and Christa's I think I had gotten car sick, which meant I went ahead threw up out the window and then in their yard (not a highpoint for me). Then we had really great Indian food.

And I guess this is proof that my life is small right now.