the first transitions

I'm home. I'm excited. After a FABULOUSLY HOT commencement day (I've been praying for good weather since the '07's graduation weather disaster), I am here with my diploma which is written completely in Latin. How sophisticated.

I got back to my house in Brooklyn at about 10pm after a graduation bbq in Vermont and went straight to sleep, satisfied.

I woke up the next morn and started my transition into adult life. To the normal eye, these transitions were pretty trivial. But to me, these transitional activities were M-A-J-O-R. Indeed.

First stop, Blitzmail: Change my college blitz account to a gmail account
Second stop, Facebook: Change student status to Alum status
Third stop, Facebook: Change my network to Chicago, IL
Fourth Stop, Still Facebook: Change contact email to my gmail account on my profile
Fifth Stop, Yep, you guessed it, Facebook: Add a "Work" section on my profile to describe my new life as a developing musician in the magical land of Chi-Town

Over the next few days, I will be opening up a new bank account with a bank that will better suit my traveling needs. Then, I will be cleaning up my room, throwing out my childhood unnecessaries, and packing for the Chi. All the while, working on the songs that have been stuck in my head. My creative juices now have full reign over my life! This should be a fun ride.

My summer of transitions has officially begun. Oh yea! I am going to try and continue to improve my driving skills so that I can (one day) take my test and officially have a license (all you people who are from outside of NYC, don't you dare judge).

Oh Adulthood.... or (a)-dolt-hood. Let us pray for the former.

Just so that didn't go over your head:

Main Entry:

dolt

Pronunciation:

\ˈdōlt\

Function:

noun

Etymology:

probably akin to Old English dol foolish

Date:

1553

: a stupid person


It's a little play on words my dad always used to say.