Moving on...

So this is a really weird time in my life- and I think taking a year off is to blame. The sad reality is that all my friends that are a year younger than me are getting excited about going back to college while a large percentage of my friends that have graduated with me are now going to grad school. They are all leaving me and I am stuck back on Long Island. Luckily, some of my best friends are home as well, but it doesn't really make this time any easier. I'm hoping that when my internship starts in the beginning of September life will start looking up, but for now, I can't help but feeling stuck in my life. Our lives have pretty much turned into hanging out at parking lots wondering what were going to do with our lives, and waiting for a special occasion to blow our money on tons of booze. Alcohol is truly a wonder drug, and in times like these, I am grateful for it.

I'm studying- yet again- for the LSATS. The entire time I am taking question after question I wonder why I am even putting myself through the torture. I do really well on practice tests, but I am a choke artist. I swear, if Reggie Miller came to watch me on the day of the LSATS, he would have a field day (get it, the choke thing.... yeah, don't worry if you don't. It's a product of being the younger sister of a Pacers fan). But still, I go on, taking question after question, hoping that this time, the test will actually reflect my efforts and dreaming of all the grad schools I could go to.

Sadly, this is my life. So far, being a college grad pretty much sucks. I am jealous of those going back to college, jealous of those going to grad school and jealous of the working people who have their own apartments. Why did I ever thing that spending a year at home would be a good idea? On the bright side, I have lost roughly 15 pounds since college, apparently all the pent up frustration is exactly what I needed to get myself on the elliptical every day.

Well, that's it for now. If anything truly interesting happens in my life, I'll be sure to write. But as the most remarkable thing has been that the tickets I had to the Rachael Ray show got cancelled. For the record, I hate RR. Hell if she can say EVOO then I can say RR. I hate her guts, I think she is annoying and she can't cook and that she really needs to lay of the ciggys. So when I say that I, not only got tickets for this show, but was also upset by the cancellation, you know just how low my life has sunk to. Anyways, the point is, don't hold your breath, it may be a while.