I'm exactly where I want to be.  Though, if you consider the average 22 year old, I'd probably be considered to be ahead of the game.  I've got an amazing Fiance and a real idea of where I want to go in life.  I've got amazing opportunities at my fingertips--undergraduate research and real writing experience up and coming.  This summer I'll be writing gothic crime story scripts for a museum in my hometown; I'll actually be putting my work into the artsy Doylestown community.  It's amazing. 

I'm looking at low-residency grad schools so I can follow Matty around while he does his rocket science.  We're getting married 4 months after I finish my undergrad degree and minor, and there is no way I'm going to run away after that for a two/three year period for your standard Masters programs.  But that's cool--the low res stuff sounds better anyway.  At Vermont College of Fine Arts I could study Creative Writing or even specialize in Writing for Children.  And I'd have an intense 2 week writing excursion to Montpelier every semester to plan my own personalized program, with indivualized goals, writings, and research, while doing the bulk of my work wherever I want to be. 

I can't imagine being in a better place in my life.  I've got the love and work of my dreams, and I'm on the cusp of reaching my fantasies-- a forever with the love of my life and a solid start in the writing world.  I can say, honestly, that I'm not rushing the rest of my life.  I'm ambitious enough to follow my dreams, but grounded enough (or cheesy enough) to embrace the little things in life.  The silly things, the childish things, those things which should not be overlooked in the proccess of growing up.  I think the key to being happy and an adult is to be a really big kid, fullfilling all of those cheesy, childish fantasies.

If you would have asked me even a year ago if I thought I'd be HERE right now, I would have thought you were mad.  It's incredible how life throws crazy obstacles in your way.  Sometimes they're opportunities in disguise. 

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For serious.  I hate arrogant stupid people--people who don't know what the hell they're talking about, yet are more than positive that they are right.  Eurgh.  I spent two hours today watching The Tudors--a not completely historically accurate, but very amusing TV show on one of my favorite things, Tudor England.  Now, during these two hours, people asked questions about historical accuracy and chronology, etc.  I gave them all of the answers they needed because I'm a dork and I'm half-obsessed (if not entirely) with Early Modern England.  But, for some reason, my word was not enough. People spent most of the show checking my knowledge with Wikipedia, trying to read off history I've already told them/I already know, and just picking knowledge fights in general.  No, Mary Queen of Scots was not Bloody Mary.  No, the Sweating Sickness was not an offshoot of the Bubonic Plague (in fact, the only thing they had in common was the fact that they're both infectious diseases).  No, Henry the Eighth wasn't 20 when he decided he wanted to fuck Anne Boleyn.  And no, Wolsey did not die in the Tower of London.  He died on his way there. 

As I said, I hate ignorant arrogant people.  (removal of stupid drunken comment).  I know what I'm talking about.  I don't want to sit around and get "fact-checked" by stupid drunk bitches.  I want to enjoy my first school-free evening of the summer.  I want to be respected for being an intelligent woman.  I'm not stubborn and stupid.  I'm stubborn and smart because I'm only stubborn when I seriously, most definitely know what the hell I'm talking about.

Step off.


(Ok, I'm drunk.  But man, I really wanted to smack bitches in the face.  And that doesn't make me any less knowledgeable about  Early Modern England.  I've been to England. Lived there. Taken various and sundry British History Courses--yes, they are the focus of my history minor, and one was actually on Tudor/Stuart England.  And yes, I read as much about the time period as possible.  So yes, I'm a huge, snobby nerd about Tudor England.  So kiss my ass and bow down to my knowledge.)