Tsop Noitaudarg

My sweet Mother and I at graduation

The title of this blog doesn't look like English does it? Could be because its not... well not exactly. It's Post Graduation spelled backwards. Why would I and look like I all of the sudden know German or Norweigan? Because everything is currently all sorts of backwards after I received the blessing of Southern Utah University's diploma.

Backwards isn't necessarily bad... I've had a lot of fun so far this summer! I also have been completely unemployed up until last Thursday. Which, aside from my successful friends going off to work for cruise lines, fashion magazines, and I'm sure doing crazy things like solving world hunger, I'm completely fine with it.

I was apparently the most excited graduate this year

I'm also living at home... with my parents. Whom I obviously love, but whom I obviously am not adjusted to. After four years on my own its weird to be back. I've also realized parents have this habit of doing things there own way, even if it doesn't make the most sense. For example, my sweet mother refuses to use our dishwasher. This is not because our dishwasher is broken by any means, its because she prefers to use it as a really big drying rack... I can't even try and explain the logic of this to you. 

We kept it real SUU!

Another thing that's backwards is that I spend oodles of hours at the gym. Since I've had nothing else to do, it is not uncommon for me to spend 2 to 3 hours keeping up on my sweet bod...but really. Unfortunately, since I got my job, which is not even half as cool as working for a cruise line and is in fact only seasonal, that will be 8am to 4pm that will soon change though and all will go back to normal. By normal I mean the average time I spend working on these nice lookin arms and thighs will be about half an hour... maybe on an hour... on a good day.

There is so much to say and I'm so tired and don't want to say any of it, but I know everyone is on the edge of their seats waiting to here what I do with my wandering days in upstate NY. I wish there was a certain code, where I could just say one word and you would know exactly what I did and how I liked it and if I'd recommend it my readers. Until that code exists I'm going to retire to bed and may the ever present geeks of the world, the ones who also solve world hunger in the mean time,  be ever hard at work on that. My apologies my ever attentive audience, I'm going to pass out.