Okay, well, you know how I wrote that I graduated- blah, blah, blah... Well, today, I received a certified letter. (Is it just me, or do those things NEVER bode well?) My lovely school has decided- a month later- that I don't get my diploma- at least not with a May Graduate date- due to my incomplete class. Mind you, this incomplete class is extra and not needed for my actual diploma. This incomplete class is for an EXTENSION on my teaching certification- not even for my regular Elementary Ed. certification- which, incidentally, I can't even apply for until I get my God Damned Diploma! And, of course, the person that I need to talk to about this is not in the office until Monday. Fuckers!! You know, I even woke up this morning with a feeling that something like this was going to come down- that this incomplete for this G.D. extra class was going to haunt me. Fuck me, I was right! ARGH!!

So, "Boondock Saints" is playing at Bacchus tonight. Anyone going?

• I need to post and get some thoughts out of my head but my fear is that these thoughts will come across to everyone as incredibly arrogant. Arrogance in not my intention. I just need to state facts. And that was my little caveat.

I have a good life. I've been privileged in a way that I could never have possibly envisioned for myself. As a writer, it's something that I would write for a character but two + years ago could never have seen for myself. That's when I became "That girl"- you know, the one that you hear about who has something happen that is so amazing that you think, "Why can't something like that happen to me!? I've written before about my fantastic uncle and the incredible opportunity that he and his wife have given me- mainly, asking me to be the caretaker of their house in Colden. I live here, in this lovely, private, log-cabin, chateau style house- rent free- and have only two real conditions- I can't have a pet and when my uncle and my aunt come out to visit together, I have to move back into my parents' house. The last time I actually had to go back to my parents' house was May of '07. And he's the uncle who, unexpectedly, sent me an 8 gig Ipod nano when I graduated. And that turned out to not actually be my graduation present! He's currently in town, just for a very short stay and yesterday he took me on a shopping spree- he, with his impeccable taste (truly, he's a straight guy with impeccable taste and design sensibilities! They do actually exist, ladies!) outfitted me with, as Tim Gunn would say, "Wardrobe essentials." He paid for everything. I'm not going to lie- it was awesome and fun as hell- as fun as I imagined that a shopping spree would be, better because I was with my super fun, really cool uncle who has amazing taste in clothes. The shopping spree was my graduation present. And the most extravagant thing- the thing that makes me feel actually guilty (but that I absolutely love!) is he even bought me a Burberry trenchcoat! A fucking Burberry- me!- this girl from Lackawanna!

And I can't help but wonder why have I been so blessed? What did I do to actually deserve this life? Why am I so special? And then, and here's the heart of the matter for me, as I have been so very fortunate, is it right or fair that I should want more? I don't mean that I want more in the materialisitic sense I mean in the "I'm Still single and would love to be in a relationship" sense. I'm beginning to think that, perhaps, I just be happy with what I've already been blessed with and just stop wanting for more. Maybe I've tapped out on my good fortune and trying to find that perfect love too would be like Iccarus flying towards the sun. I'm beginning to think that I should stop all of that wanting and just be happy with the life that I have- say "thank you!" to the Universe (which I, literally, thank God everyday) and just accept that, perhaps, my life is as good as it gets- alone, just me and be fine with it. What do you think?