this post feels a lot like Hannah Montana Forever

It’s weird to think that I will graduate college in about a month. When I began college I was, like most people, at a very different point in my life. I was convinced I was going to be a doctor mostly because of how much I idolized Grey's Anatomy in my later high school years. Took my first college-level Chemistry course and realized I really just wanted to play a doctor on TV. Still do. That would be sick.

Socially, I still have pretty much the same friends that I began college with. Emmanuel has slim pickings. Kidding. Haha. But actually, I was with my freshman year roommate the other day at lunch talking about the same guy we talked about four years ago and in that moment I realized I can’t let things go. When I think of freshman year I think white claws, UCLA, and frat basements. Three things I never imagined I would be nostalgic over.

Now I find myself 37 days away from receiving a diploma I have no idea what to do with besides hang on my wall. And yes, I did google “how many days until May 14?” because I am graduating college and have served my time doing pointless math as a marketing major. Like what the fck is precalculus and why did I have to take it to learn how to market a product. Anyways, 37 days. I have no clue how I feel about it. I still sleep with a minimum of four stuffed animals on my bed. So ya, no clue.

I have a job for next year that has 800 stock options and they just went public on the stock market! That is what I have been telling people, and if you know what this means, please inform me. I am excited to enter into corporate America and even more excited because my office has margaritas on tap. When I told my mom this she said “That could be dangerous for the wrong person” and winked at me. God forgive me for feeling a bit dangerous. But in all seriousness, I am very lucky to be employed and am willing to accept any pointers on office etiquette, as I imagine it’s a lot different than the kitchen etiquette at my Yard House serving job.

I guess this post is an update and a journal entry and me just feeling the need to talk in my media class but I can’t so I will write my words. But ya, life is different and about to change a lot more and it is going to consist of a lot more financial decisions.

That is another thing. If the margaritas on tap weren’t dangerous enough, I am receiving a salary. I am so bad with money it's scary. People will venmo request me and even if I don’t have the money in my account I will complete the request because I would rather be in debt than have someone mad at me. And spending less money is just not an option because I have some expensive habits and a whole lot of FOMO. Having a salary will be interesting and I think a part of it will need to go to a financial advisor.

This update was a lot, and I could probably go on forever. Yes I still love Taylor Swift, and yes I am still relearning how to love and be loved after my last relationship. Yes, my night routine still takes an hour and yes I am still on anxiety medication.