Current mood:	Hmmmm...
Current music:	Tuneless Alma Mater Song

I am Gradiated...
Well, it's official. I'm no longer a loser college student. I'm a loser adult.

After a week of Hell on earth, I have finally graduated. Even though I technically graduated at semester, it felt good to have some kind of closure to the whole thing...even though it involved a thirty minute speech that rivaled having an epidural (spelling? Who knows).

I have a big-anus graduation party at my parent's house tomorrow, prefaced by lots of ATV riding and sight-seeing with my citified friends, whom have never been to my familial residence. Wow. I think that degree's helped my vocabulary.

So, in short, I will be busy for the rest of the weekend. But, hopefully, things will calm down next week, and life will return to the level of normalcy that it used to be at...which isn't that normal, but hey.

On a side note, I got my car. On another side note, I SHOULDN'T HAVE LISTENED TO MY FATHER! I have never owned a manual-transmission vehicle. I can drive a stick, and I used to drive the farm truck back in the day...I've driven my friends' standards and stuff. So when I was going to get my new car, I was going to get a standard. Y'know, it's a sports car...that's what you're supposed to do...so I'm told.

I don't know much about cars. I was more of a SVU man before this new phase. But my Dad, who knows TONS more aobut cars than I ever care to know, told me that I might as well get an automatic, because they have a higher availability and a better resale value apparently...blah blah blah...

So, I was like, "Okay, he knows what he's talking about."

I get my car, and EVERYONE is making fun of me. "Only women drive standards." "You just ruined a cool car." Blah, Blah, Blah...and it's really starting to piss me off. It may just be a regional thing. Maybe only rednecks are hot on stick shifts. Actually, I lie. Some people have told me that automatics (for some cars) are actually better. And other people have told me that it doesn't really matter which way you go, and that both options have disadvantages. But, mainly, people have been giving me crap. Most of it HAS been coming from hormonal high school boys, though.

Actually, since I really haven't had long-term five-speed experience, I'd be terrified that I'd drop the clutch in the middle of the road. But one I went from so-so to awesome at driving it, it would have been cool. But, then again, I'm not a racer. A sports car is very, very not me. I just found some attraction to this one. (Oh Lord, I'm talking about a car.)

At any rate, my superficial bliss is somewhat marred by their disparaging comments.

Oh, well. What's done is done. Maybe They're just mad because I have a cooler car than they do. (Where did this new-found attitude come from?)