some call it a week.

I graduated from college a week ago. A - Week ago. I also got my final grades. I honestly think that this is the very first time in my life I've ever pulled straight A's. Was the prospect of being completely done that inspiring? Or did I actually finally decide, after seventeen years of education, that I don't mind schoolwork?

Anyways, I moved on a while ago. The shock has passed and I'm really just in purgatory before moving and starting my rad new job. A week later, that's pretty much the whole story.

Once, I was a freshman, and then, I was a sophomore. Between these times, I was a platinum blonde, transferred, un-transferred, and got a whole lot happier.

Later, I was a junior, and orientated freshmen into my university, and then I moved to London for a bit, came back, went to London again, came back again, starting getting legitimate jobs in theatre, grew up a whole lot, and graduated with a Bachelor's Degree, a good set of friends, the job I really wanted, amazing memories, and pretty fantastic dreams.

Oh, Roger, I knew I'd always love you.