Now What?

Graduation was long and arduous. We couldn't have picked a better day to wear long, black robes under a hot May sun. I can't believe how tired I still am from that day. It may be because I came home and unpacked nearly everything I had acrued at school for the past year. That was probably a little un-necessary. I tend to un-pack and organize when I'm anxiety-ridden. Its the only thing I know how to control, when suddenly everything I've known for so long is suddenly gone. Its so surreal that I'm actually done with college. No more homework. No more academia. I think I'm going to miss all the debates and opportunities to meet so many different people. It was especially cool to meet people from other countries. Its a little difficult to do that in any old town in Vermont.

The really shitty thing about graduation day, was not partying with anybody. Its weird, because my friend Meghan said I should come to the Hippy house after graduation. This was like a week before. I figured we'd meet up after and I could follow her to this infamous dungeon of keggers and drug-inducement. However, after graduation I could not find her and she wouldn't answer her cell phone. I should've known better. She'd always been flakey like that. Maybe she just though I was fucking weird, but couldn't be mean to me. Sometimes I wonder. Needless to say, I went home and hung out by myself, drinking my parent's wine. Oh well. Fuck everybody. Well except Cherie. She's cool enough to rent a hotel room and eat chocolate mixed with shrooms. Thats hardcore.

So what next? I don't know. I can only apply for so many jobs at a time. It gets boring real fast. I've been keeping in touch with the Vermont Freedom to Marry Task Force quite a bit, but its taking them a long time to get stuff together. I've gotten $300 so far for graduation and I just picked up my paycheck today for $190. Yeah I'm gonna die real soon if I don't get some sufficient income. Oh yeah, I no longer have health insurance because I live in a country where its political punditry thinks the welfare of its people isn't as important as waging illegal wars against sovereign nations.

My parents did, however, bring me to the Long Trail Brewery today for lunch. I had the "hippy" burger for lunch. It was decent, but the Belgian White Wheat Ale was the best part. I also got to tour the factory and see how they mix all that malt, hops, water and shit. That was some dank ass chronic motherfucker.

A kid named Pete is coming over to show me his guitar skills. I hope it goes well.