i write the way i talk

I've been anti-blog for a while now, so clearly you're thinking it's hypocritical for me to start one. True (embarrassingly enough)- but whatever, you're right, I'm denying nothing.
It's scary when you graduate from college; I just did that, almost two weeks ago. Without having a job, unsure with what you want to do in life, doubtful about whether you made the right decision to major in what you had majored in: it's fucking scary. And with this recession right now- hoo-wee (I love onomatopoeias, please get used to them... and yes, it took me like five tries to spell that word correctly, and I ended up just dictionary.com-ing it); it seems like having a BFA in fashion design maybe wasn't the most economically prudent decision.

But life goes on.. and about five late-night panic attacks later, I found myself having a rather calmer day than the others and I had decided to talk to my inGENIoUS (get it? GENIUS?) roommate, and told him that I like to write. He suggested I start a blog, and said enough afterwards to make me think that perhaps blogs aren't as pretentious as I thought they were (NOT that I think bloggers are pretentious- I have friends that blog; just the blogs themselves. Streams of consciousness.. blah blah blah). Anyway, this is besides the point.

He pointed out that it is a great way to get your writing out there. And that's what I love to do. Write. So all thanks to the sage wisdom of my stylish/classy/athletic/tall/sophisticated/honorable/intelligent/well-rounded/an-A+ of-a-guy roommate, here I am. Writing this.

Sometimes my posts will be a sentence. Not because I don't have things to write about/talk about/think about/say.. but it'll probably be because some days I'll just be too tired.. but REALLY it'll probably be because I'm a little lazy. Sometimes there will be pictures. Sometimes my posts will be long- like this one surprisingly is turning out to be. But I promise to try not to ramble.

**NOTE: my roommate did not ask me to describe him as complimentary as I did (and I might have gone a little overboard): I just am words-beyond-words incredibly grateful that he took time out of his busy schedule to talk to me and help me, when he absolutely did not have to. And please know, my other roommate is just as jaw-droppingly amazing as he is. They both are. Equally. I'm extraordinarily lucky.**

..and on that note, I lazily and hastily finish my first post.