Farewell Confessions

There’s college, and then there’s not college

These confessions are a bit delayed, apologies :/

Subconsciously I’ve probably been putting them off on purpose. I haven’t wanted to write my farewell confessions…

I’ll always be a sorority girl, sure, but who wants to replace keg stands with…downward facing dog?

A position you’ll strike during the Pilates class you monotonously attend EVERY Sunday between mommy & me daycare and lunch with a coworker that you only pretend to like.

Ugh think of all the activities that inevitably will replace the wonderful college ones.

Sleeping until 2p.m. > turns into > a 5a.m. alarm complete with a morning run to Starbucks with the hope that your boss links “venti white mocha” to “early promotion.”

Strawberry poptarts > turn into > Kashi GOLEAN granola bars that are only available at Whole Foods.

Your hot 4-inch platform pumps > turn into > 2 inch closed toe, nubbin-heeled slip-ons that guarantee a self-purchased cocktail at the bar.

FYI, bring a crossword to graduation

Man there are tons of things that nobody cares to tell you about college graduation.

Lesson one, bring something to do. Mine was miserably like 3 hours long.

Various factors contributed to this. A numb rear end...an empty stomach…that of which consequently brought about images of dancing breadsticks, for I knew Carino’s Italian was the post-graduation plan.

Eager to help out my fellow Ags, here are some tips regarding the type of equipment you’ll need in order to somewhat-comfortably enjoy graduation –

a fully charged cell phone, a decorated graduation cap, and a full stomach.

These things are a must.

May I also suggest –

an inconspicuous fog horn, bucket of fried chicken or sandwich party tray , coloring book and a twelve pack of Bud Light Lime.

I'll admit, walking across the stage IS all it’s built up to be, but the before and after can be...straight blah.

However, I did craft up a little something…a trivia game, if you will. It succeeded in keeping me embarrassingly entertained. It’s called-

Yell-whoop!-for-every-person’s-name-you-hear-called-whom-you’ve-never-met-but-are-fully-aware-of-their-life-happpenings-cuz-you’re-Facebook-friends.

Avoid the dumb

Kitty’s blogging days might not end here! (Hoping a heel click just happened rather than a thank-god sigh).

Yes, I’ll no longer have a set deadline for my articles, but writing has served as a therapeutic release for me, therefore keeping up with a personal blog should be beneficial and of course fun :)

You know, statistics say that things like reading/writing/etc. each day actually stimulates/exercises the brain in a way that strengthens neural connections (or even creates new ones).

A cognitive psychologist in England found that when elderly people regularly played bingo, it helped minimize their memory loss and boost their hand-eye coordination. It seems that Bingo helps players of all ages remain mentally sharp.

“G-36. I repeat, G-36”

…ha who knew?

Life after COASG

The details of this personal blog of mine are…a bit slow going.

ONLY because I’m hoping that they sort of just unravel as I go. Honestly my first instinctual description when declaring the tone or rather the…theme of the new blog was-

“It'll be a lotta...word vomit”.

Urbandictionary.com defines this as a point in a conversation where you say something that you really didn't mean to.

…which totally sounds like something I’d “favorite” on my taskbar.