I've officially completed my last exam, all my papers are turned in, no more assignments....

This can only mean I'm ready to graduate! Wooo! Now I can REALLY sing, "no more pencils, no more books, no more teacher's dirty look" and MEAN it!

And then it hit me. Like, 2 minutes ago. (And the first thing I did was come here to tell you!)

I'm done. I'm not a student anymore. It's been a part of my identity for the past EIGHTEEN years. And now, under "occupation" on applications, I'll be forced to write something other than "student". Currently, that's "unemployed".

After this realization and before I finished typing the blog, I went to the kitchen to cut onions and cried. The tears were because of the onions, of course - not because I'm sad to be done.

(yeah, my roommate didn't believe me either.)

insert Flight of the Conchords:

I'm not crying...It's just been raining... on my faccce

I'm not crying... I've just been cutting onions... I'm making a la-san-gaaaa

For your information there's an inflammation in my tear glad

My eyes are just a little sweaty today

I don't know what I should be feeling now: disappointment or embarassment

I've always held the position that drinking isn't all it's cracked up to be. I wasn't ever curious to know what it was like, and consequently, didn't have my first drink until I was 22.

So what did I do for my 21st birthday instead of going out to the bars? I went to the gas station and bought scratch and play tickets.

I just realized today that you only had to be 18 to buy those tickets.

I explained to the cashier why I was buying the tickets - to celebrate that I finally could. The odd look she gave me explains so much now...