Today, I attended the last class of my entire undergraduate college career. Everyone keeps asking me if I'm excited for graduation. It hasn't hit me yet, to be honest. Nothing feels monumental or different or strange. Oh, I'm sure it will eventually, but right now, everything is just typical, tedious, the same.
My weekend wasn't nearly as raging as I had originally planned. Florida was covered in rainy, cloudy, muggy, overcast, gross weather. We got one good half-day at the pool out of it. I also did some shopping at the outlet malls. Did I mention I despise the outlet malls in Orlando? Sales people asked if my friends and I were from a tour bus. No. I live here. This is my place of residence. I am not a tourist. Do I look like a loud, obnoxious, clueless, non-English-speaking, walks-into-people, breast-feeds-a-baby-in-public tourist? Absofreakinglutely NOT.
I cleaned out my craft bin yesterday. No lie, I had an entire under-bed Rubbermaid tub full of scrap booking and crafting supplies. Let me tell you how ecstatic I am to go through all of the rest of the junk I've collected over the years and throw it away. My moving motto is if I don't need it, aren't currently using it, and can't sell it, donate it or throw it away. Half of me feels guilty getting rid of things people have given me, but a bigger half of me feels rejuvenated and free. My craft bucket is being donated to my sorority; they'll definitely get more use out of it than I will.
Oh, yeah, and Thursday evening, after margaritas, we ended up back at a friends house to hang out. He had these canvas paintings in the living room, and I immediately became nostalgic and slightly obsessed.