So you think you're a grown-up...
May has been somewhat of a whirlwind. I don't remember most of it, and the little I do remember has to do with almost getting heatstroke during USC commencement as I attempted to fan myself with a ceremony program that was as thick as a textbook.
Aside from that, my graduation was lovely—full of balloons and crazy theatre people and picture-taking and sad-hugging and more crazy theatre people and Pretty Little Liars (the keynote speaker at the School of Dramatic Arts ceremony was actress Troian Bellisario).
And now we're officially old.
Back a while, I made this list. My senior year bucket list. It was essentially a panic-induced attempt at trying to do all the things before I finished undergrad.
I did a lot of the things. But not all. So I decided I would make a new bucket list, which you will find at the end of this post. My ADULTHOOD-RESPONSIBILITY-AHH bucket list.
Currently, I'm in my last week of freedom before I start working at a theatre company in Santa Monica (I realize that I just made entering the workforce sound like entering prison), but I still don't feel like an adult. I wonder when that'll kick in. Hopefully never. *shudders*
My family is actually about to move AGAIN, which will be the third move in four years. They're headed to Rancho Cucamonga, so as I've been packing up and moving out of my USC apartment, they've been packing up to move out of Los Angeles. Meaning the members of my family are, like, Level 50,000,000,000 Master Packers.
I'm also almost finished with Privateer Draft 4. This round has been the most hefty revisions, yet. I've cut so much. I've added so much. I'm almost afraid to look at it when it's done cookin'. Oh well. Even if it's metaphorically burnt to a crisp, I'll always have Draft 3 to fall back on. That's the beauty of drafting! You have multiple versions of the same thing! *dies*
I've also been considering starting to use this blog to post some book reviews, since y'all liked my mini-reviews so much. I might make it a bi-annual round-up thing. Or a monthly round-up thing. This is entirely dependent upon how many freakin' books I can read in any given amount of time.
I am also participating in the Goodreads 2014 Reading Challenge, and trying to read 50 books in a year. Last year I was able to read 38 books... I figured 50 was a pretty reachable goal. Considering that I just finished book #22 (The Impossible Knife of Memory by Laurie Halse Anderson [a.k.a. Auntie Laurie nope never letting that go], which was OMFG-MARRY-ME good. I reviewed it on Goodreads here)... so I'm pretty sure I've got a chance at 50.
I've gotten way off track here.
I started this post with the intention of describing how it feels to be an adult. I was going to do it in verse but I couldn't think of anything that rhymed with "emotionally fragile" (like, promotionally agile? devotionally... snagile? That's not a word. Nothing rhymes with fragile).
So I will describe it this way.
My first grown-up act was to attend a grown-up party with my mother's grown-up friends. To prepare for said party, I made a grown-up fruit salad. My mom walked in with a whole watermelon and I decided it would be a really good idea to make melon balls. Because... obviously, melon balls.
Freakin' 800,000 melon balls and a few blisters from the melon-baller-thingy later, I'm pretty sure this was a bad idea.
However, if this fruit salad becomes the crowning achievement of my adult life, I will be fairly pleased with myself. I mean, just look at those balls (there are cantaloupe balls in there, too, but my mother did those).
the new bucket list:
So... as promised, here is my ADULTHOOD-RESPONSIBILITY-AHH bucket list. Are you ready?
Follow Jesus. Whatever else happens, happens.