First of all, I am blogging from Rachel's computer! Macs are hard to work...
Today, I went to a wedding, had my very LAST MEAL IN QUINCY DINING HALL AS A HARVARD STUDENT, went to the Verizon Store with Rachel, got coffee, and came back to 615. My life is thrilling, if you haven't already deduced that...
I was also presence at the inception of the most brilliant comic series ever, but Rachel won't let me blog about it, because she wants to blog about it. So all I'm saying is, Advocats, advocats....THE CATS! I hope this teaser is enough to a) peak your interest and go to Rachel's blog; b) make Rachel follow through and actually blog about the Advocats; and c) remind you that no matter whether I'm a Harvard graduate or a bum living on the street, I will always be loveably cooky.
Senior Soiree tonight! Pretty dresses and open bar! Can't wait!
Fine. I admit it. I haven't posted in, like, 6 months. Months of memories forever lost in the ether because they were never committed to the immortal tomes of the internet.
My bad.
But now there is no more thesis. There are no more classes. There is no more 'Tis Pity *tear.* There is only the vast terrifying emptiness of REAL LIFE. What is a girl to do?
Return to blogging, that's what. When all else fails, blog.
I'm currently sitting in the call center, with a few brave souls who are working the final calling shift of the year. It's also my LAST CALLING SHIFT EVER. I'm the only supe on duty tonight, no one is answering their phones, and it's pretty dead. I'm also watching YouTube videos like a fiend. A year ago, I posted Conan's class day speech after Alison first shared it with me, which for posterity I post here again:
As I sit here in the call center watching this speech again, I have this OVERWHELMING urge to call a Non-Never donor and when they ask me why Harvard wants money, go "We don't need it, we just want it." and laugh maniacally. I still haven't done that. Two hours left. Hmmm...
Now Conan's speech is clearly a work of pure genius, but surely ours will be fine, right? I mean, Matt Lauer is a comedic genius:
I mean where did he GET that accent from?
...oh wait. That's Borat. K. Well, Ms. Alison Rich is going to be FUCKING FANTASTIC. Watch out Conan and Jess Burkle. You have stiff competition.
Sticking with the theme of commencement speakers, if you haven't seen Ellen's Tulane Commencement speech yet, DO IT:
I think it's interesting that both Conan and Ellen end their speeches telling students to live life looking like or actually being drunk. Sound advice.
In unrelated news, I totally forgot to call break. That is MY ONE JOB. I am a Supe failure tonight.
Senior Week = half over. Gotta say I'm not too thrilled yet, but there's still a few more days. Regardless of planned events where we can drink, let's all just go out and get properly wasted ourselves. We are, for the most part, unemployed with no real world skills and few prospects in a dismal economy. Let's CELEBRATE!
Sorry, didn't mean to be Debbie Downer. I'm actually so proud of all my friends and their plans and how far we've all come. Who would have thunk it?
But seriously people, let's drink. What else is Senior Week for? Working? I think not...
