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?

So, after an early afternoon nap and a trek out to the mailbox, I had a brief "eureka!" moment and realized that I could check out my grades online to see what I got on my grad. project and to know, for sure, if I will actually be getting my diploma- be an actual graduate with a Master's Degree. I GOT AN A!!!! It's so wicked awesome! So, it is official, I have graduated with a Master's of Science in Elementary Education! Now, it feels good. Last Saturday was really fun, but I couldn't get excited. Now, I actually am. I suspect that it will begin to feel real once the diploma actually arrives in the mail. Then, I get to apply for my teaching certifiication and actually be an elementary school teacher as well. The only thing still hanging over me, asides from student loans, is my project for the one class that I took an incomplete in. Once that's finished, then I'll REALLY be done! That is, until I decide to go and get a second Master's.

It usually happens that I have my best ideas when I first get up in the morning. I've written some of my best papers that way. And, usually, I'm devoid of ideas at night, go to sleep, and when I wake up, to quote Sean Connery as Dr. Jones, Sr., "The solution presents itself!" Does this happen to anyone else?

Speaking of Dr. Jones, I am so Freaking excited for the next Indiana Jones on Thursday! The question is, will it actually live up to the hype?

I have finally joined the new millenium- technology-wise- well, sort of. My fantastic uncle, God love him, bought me a blue ipod nano for my graduation! I'm a tiny bit afraid of it as I am prone to be a little brutal with my things plus I have a tendency to lose things. Although, my brother bought me an mp3 player for my 30th and I haven't broken or lost that one yet and it's been nearly two whole months! For me, that's some wicked progress! So now, as I write I am downloading the iTunes set up thing which will take approximately 10,000 years on my slow ass internet connection. How vexing! I swear free wifi is almost my whole reason for hanging out at Spot Coffee on Delaware as of late. It helped immensely the last few weeks of grad. school.

Are there others who actually leave their houses in order to get things accomplished? I was finding that in order to stop getting distracted, that I had to leave in order to get things done for school. For some reason, I could concentrate better sitting in a damn coffee shop downtown. Don't know why, but it worked. Anyway... that's old news.

Have I mentioned that I'm a campaign to bring back "wicked" like it's 1982 again? I especially am fond of "wicked awesome!" Oakey- Doakey. Night all!

That would be the media trend started during the whole Jennifer Lopez/ Ben Afflek sham relationship of Benifer. Now there's TomKat, Brangelina, and the one that just set me off- Gyllenspoon! Give me a fucking break already! Do these nimrod "reporters" actually think it's witty?