CAN I GRADUATE?!?! Yep.

Charlee’s Slice:
I am officially a college graduate! And though I would like to say there is no better way to graduate than to do it drunk, that would be a flat out lie, especially if the entertainment for your ceremony happens to be the local bagpipe troupe. Being drunk for your graduation is also not conducive for photos in your cap and gown, or that celebratory brunch your family wants to take you to. It also not favorable for wearing the new shoes you bought just for the occasion because in your drunken state you feel like there are too many straps to buckle, but then you realize later when you are sober that there is a zipper in the back to bypass the buckle issue. Being drunk at graduation however, is well worth the price paid to the party gods, if you happen to still be drunk from that celebration of five birthdays, a graduation, and a welcome-home-from-Finland-let’s-celebrate- everything-you-missed-PARTY.
I partied so hard that the fifth of my Jim Beam is gone, not just gone, but missing. Apparently I hit my head on the ceiling and don’t remember, but I’m told it had something to do with Austin carrying me around the house. My heels made a rugby player cry. I was dressed like a dinosaur, or rather a sparklesaurous. The biggest train wreck of the night decided I was her new best friend, without any encouragement or mutual liking from me. I’m pretty sure I talked about eating baby, again. And my honor was once again defended, this time by defiling a barbeque. Most of the night is a blur, but I do remember singing every line of “move bitch!” and doing a group yell thing in the kitchen multiple times.
As a college graduate, I’ve spent the last week on Erin’s and my annual trip to Chico, California. I would say overall the trip was a success, but it wasn’t the time of my life. Most of our days were spent inside taking care of someone who was nursing a hangover. Our nights consisted of going out to the bars and dancing our butts off to ke-money sign-ha (in case you are confused: Ke$ha). (Also:I heard that song for the first time in the car on the way to California, and by the end of the trip had listened to it over 23 times!). (Also: forgive my mis-use of brackets and other various forms of punctuation.) I was only legitimately drunk once while down there, mostly because my body wasn’t ready to relive the horror of my graduation day. But, leave it to me to say the most ridiculous/ inappropriate things while drunk. I managed to bash on Helen Keller saying things like she should have killed herself, I would have if I were her. But in reality, she is an amazing woman, and although I would have killed myself, she did not, and that is why schools are named after her. Also, I did someone’s midterm for them. I got a free dinner out of it. That is all I’m going to say about that, except that for a 400 level class, what a fucking easy midterm.
I am now back in Kirkland wondering “What am I going to do with my life?” According to Austin, I should just do nothing for a while. Tomorrow I am probably going to register for bartending classes, and then I am heading back to Bellingham for a few days. My mom is going to help me spruce up my resume, and I just started a monster account. I may even be working for Pokemon in no time! I will elaborate on that, but not until a future post.
Well I can’t guarantee that any of my future posts will have even a modicum of entertainment in it, since like I said, I have absolutely nothing going on. But you should check it anyway.
Also, tried those loaded potatoes from I-HOP, and I highly recommend them. I was told Marie Calendar’s has good pie, but a certain friend (Keri) wouldn’t take me there because a certain guy that she is seeing in undefined terms (his name starts with an A) works there.

Rachel’s Slice:

Please excuse me for being a bit mopey, it’s just the time of the year. April might be mud puddle wonderful, but it’s also a bit of a bitch. The sun comes peaking through, but it sure as hell isn’t warm enough to get some color yet. I’m still alternating between boots and flip-flops, not sure whether my toes are up for it or not. And I just bought a really cute bathing suit so I want to get in some wear this quarter.

Like to the awesome waterfall a group of us hiked to while Charlee was sobering up during graduation. What a crazy night that turned into. There was a hardcore group of us that decided we weren’t ready to sleep—come on! It’s only 4am! So we went over to my apartment and had a rumpus of conversations. Sleep finally came at about 6:30, and Connor left because I told him not to do inappropriate things on my couch. Austin and Joe slept in my bed, and I camped out in Erin’s for the night. My bed probably saw more action that night that it had seen all quarter from me.

I’m just taking a break in the library between classes on this first day of Spring Quarter. I can’t truly describe how happy I am to be back in class. I was ready to drive my Jeep off a cliff just for the excitement of it all. Yep, that’s how awesome my break was. I spent my days sleeping in till mid afternoon, eating junk food, playing harmonica, and messing up my now incredibly short hair. On Tuesday I gave up the idea of really living up spring break, so I hid my phone under a pillow and refused to think about texting certain people-I-shouldn’t-because-it-will-only-cause-me-grief. Just my luck, the fucker texted me that night and my damn pillow vibrated me awake.

Now, I’m happily back to writing and waiting to hear about possible publications. Ahhhh, the life of an on the cusp writer. Bliss in the trepidation of it all. Which is why I chopped off my lengthening locks. I was spending too much time thinking about boys and looking for ways to entrap them. It was starting to affect my writing because too often it became all about them, and not about me. Short hair is effortless, which is how I’m treating my dating life: without effort.

The only night I went out at all was this last Saturday to karaoke with my cousin Tyler and a group of his mostly-married 27 year old friends. I held my own pretty well, and saw a brand new side of my cousin. He fearlessly took the stage and sang along to quite a few old standards. He shared a few intimate moments with the monitor during “American Pie” since he didn’t know all the words. He made up for this by caressing the screen and singly the chorus loudly. The best part was when he preformed the Doors—“Come on Baby light my Fi-AHHHHHH!” going into an ear splitting falsetto. Beautiful.

Well kids, I gotta head off to Dream Writing now, but I’m sure we’ll be hearing from each other again real soon.
XOXO, Rachel