Clues to Adulthood

I have determined I’m an adult.

I discovered it Tuesday when I subscribed to a scholarly art magazine.

I coked my head to one side and sat and stared for a few, very long and self-aware seconds, with a (I'm sure) bewildered look on my face when it hit me: Only adults subscribe to non-trashy magazines. And now I’m one of them.

I'm glad my new-found adulthood wasn't found in a novel-like way of a Series of Insignificant Events.

Rather it was just one insignificant event.

And I think that's a pretty good start.

Of College and Milkshakes

Wrote September 10, 2009: I’m sitting here tonight trying to convince myself I like suppers solely comprised of brown minute rice, soy sauce, and a plumb I stole from my house, after a day of sitting through classes listening to syllabi after syllabi and running into old friends, ex-boyfriends, people who’s names I should—but don’t—remember, and coming home to an apartment of mostly strangers, I am wondering why I do this thing called college.

Wrote Today: Yesterday I realized it’s for reasons like this:

Happy National Chocolate Milkshake Day (Saturday)! As celebrated by me and my roommates Angie and Jocelyn.

Yesterday was one of those days when a chocolate milkshake said more than a chocolate milkshake. It said, “I’m free. I have little responsibility. I have fun friends and roommates. I am independent. I’m at a great time in my life.”

Chocolate milkshakes are the reason I do this thing called college.