yesterday, i fell down the stairs. today, i have bruises in places i don't remember landing on. the moral of this story? always step on the center of the stair and don't wear slippery socks. this has been a public service announcement from your friendly neighborhood klutz.
or rather, peter frampton covers are the stuff that the nineties were made of. that, and self-reflective movies where ethan hawke rambles on about young adult angst in a stream-of-consciousness fashion that involves a lot of fantastic words that were probably on some incarnation of the sat's.
so, tonight, i am watching reality bites, ben stiller's sterling 1994 directorial debut. i am also enjoying some $5 cabernet
sauvignon, working on my reflection project for my multicultural education class, and thinking about consuming another of the beautiful cupcakes my roommate made. i have reached the point where this movie has become applicable to my life. i'm that pretentious. oh dear.
maybe the theme for my blogging adventure should be life as a postgraduate without a master plan. it's compelling stuff! do i choose higher education? do i travel? do i try to find semi-gainful employment to finance this travel? do i curl into a ball and avoid the real world for just a bit longer? in a way, it's very exciting--this is the first time in my entire life that i haven't known exactly what i'm going to do next. for the last seventeen years, there has been the simple expectation of the next school year, separated by intermittent summer breaks. now, i'm being offered a break from the monotony, and i have no idea what i want to do with it!
i find some of the nuts and bolts of becoming an adult really pleasant. i'm enjoying learning how to take care of myself. i actually really love grocery shopping; i think keeping house (well, apartment) is fun, much to the dismay of my roommates. i even like menial chores like laundry. i'm sure that this will all change the longer that i do these things, but for now, the cult of domesticity is pretty appealing. i just wish i knew what to do about a career. teaching high school is appealing; graduate school with an eventual university gig is also appealing; so is investigating more creative spheres like interior design or publishing. a b.a. in english is sort of a wide-open ticket to the greater universe. it's applicable, but not specialized.
this degree came with critical thinking skills, now i just have to use them!
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