The truth is in the leap

I like life. It provides hours of entertainment.

I just sealed an envelope and in the process of licking it shut managed to give my lip a paper cut. Rough.

53 dollars later, I am the owner of official School of Communications graduation gowns. It feels weird. Very weird. As part of the get up we had this hood thing which looks very Klan like. There were 5 of us trying to figure out how exactly the hood thing worked and none of us could figure it out. The bookstore lady even tried to demo and still no dice. I have a feeling that come graduation day I will be messing with that hood a lot.

I have noticed, with the help of my site meter, that many people are coming to my site from googling the term Postal Vault. They are trying to get information about my campaign, but I too clever for their ways. This did make me wonder if there are not so clever people out there who are telling all about their campaign. So I googled and ended up randomly finding this graduate program in Minneapolis that sounds just amazing. Of course the deadline is Friday. This means that I have done nothing but update my resume and fill out the application for the past 2 days. I am going to overnight the package tomorrow to them, just to be safe. This is how things in my life usually happen. I get an idea in my head and suddenly I know what my life path is. It's very rare that I will actually get this position, but I just couldn't live with never knowing. I do this a lot. I like to test myself to see if I still got it. I apply for things kind of out there just to see if I can do it. I did this with Emerson College and with the International Business Internship Exchange. It just randomly turned out that I was accepted to both. Obviously I didn't transfer to Emerson because common sense kicked in and reminded me that at Webster I have no student loans and that it would be very dumb to switch, lose a year and get into over 60 grand of debt. See, sometimes I think.

It's just that I have been so lost these past few weeks with trying to figure out life after the Titanic. I am referring to college as the Titanic these days. This means that college is this great and wonderful dream world that suddenly ends just as your having your nude sketch done. Reality is the freezing ocean waiting to swallow you up and the iceberg is your rude awakening call from reality. Don't ask why the Titanic was chosen, but it just came out the other night and I kind of liked it. Anyway, my options after Titanic are all fuzzy, which I despise, but have to deal with. I can either hang around at my internship and see if something opens up, go on a petite vacation with friends in May to a close but fun destination, move out with my 2 good friends and embrace life in Saint Louis.

OR

I can hang out at my internship, quit when I have gathered enough money, travel Australia/ South America with a friend, come home poor in cash but rich in life experiences, collect the pieces and attempt to find a job.

OR

I can randomly move to Minneapolis with this program, hang out there till October when it ends, then figure life out.

All three sound like a good time. It is just a matter of figuring myself out. Option one means making the best of life here. It would be a good option, but I am not sure if I want to work full time where I work now. But is it really for me? Do I really see myself there? I hate switching jobs which is another reason that this is so huge for me. If I take this route I can tell you that I would most likely stay there for at least 4 years. It's just how I work.

Option two is the most unrealistic, but it's the one that I dream about. I keep hearing the voice of my cousin when she said to take time off after graduating and travel. Honestly though, I have done a lot of traveling during my college years. Not as much as I would have liked to, but I think my time was well spent. I feel that this option is just my last attempt at fantasy world. I'm a huge fan of fantasy world, but deep down I know that this will never happen. Damn

Option three depends on the nice folks at Martin Willams, so I really have no control over doing this or not. I know nothing about Minneapolis besides the fact there is a huge mall there, so I am jumping into this one blind. But that seems to be my style.

I just don't know. Well, I do know, but it's a matter of digesting the fact that the Titanic is sinking.