It Hurts to Be This Sexy
	2004-05-26 | 1:24 p.m. Master of Arts in Eating
	The Parents are gone. I am a Master. And in spite of having my first Very Official Visitors, I have still never been to a touristy New York attraction. So yes. Graduation was successful. Apparently I got a lot of cheers, but everything went really fuzzy when I got on stage. I actually turned to the woman who was in charge of making sure each person walked at the right time and said "grab with the left shake with the right" before I started moving. Oh dorkosity, but I kind of thought I'd mess it up. I didn't. There was a party afterwards wherein the head of the program, who had been giving me lots of problems in weeks before graduation, told me that I had written an excellent thesis and other such blah blah blah. Yes. I really hate it when people switch the way they're treating me. Only a couple of weeks ago, she was all eye rolls and sighs, and post-graduation she turned into Captain Nice-a-lot. Whatever her reason, it was good to not feel oppressed by negativity in my post-graduation MasterGlow. The rest of the weekend was parents parents parents. I took them into the city, where I saw my first mugging in Grand Central. There were subways and taxis and took much walking for my somewhat fragile Mom. Also, there was a lot of very good food. Oh yes yes. It's the one thing I know how to do here other than find the queers. On Sunday I took them to Brooklyn, where we brunched and Prospect Parked and then drove over the Brooklyn Bridge. I have hearts and flowers for Brooklyn so hardcore. I want to live there, but I know it won't work out just yet. Maybe next year? Who knows. Ooh but the thought of being so near to so many things I love is good good good. Why do I keep saying everything in threes? It's freaking me out. Anyway. I finally put them on the plane yesterday, but not before I had to tell my mom that I don't ever plan on moving back to the Chatt permanently. I think she started to cry. It's sad, but at this point I really can't imagine living there--the queer community is practically non-existant, as is a feminist one. And the only school there is a state school with a mediocre women's studies department. Bleh. She's gonna lose it when I go to California. After I left them, I had a big crabbypants letdown. I ended up cooking dinner for Poet Roommate and Fiction Friend, which helped a little, but I think my ideal evening would have been massive naked alone time. Oh, but we watched an excellent movie and ate good food and talked, and there's almost no time when that kind of activity is bad for me. Now, I need to get moving on writing a resume and getting a job for June. My little gig here apparently runs out (Boss isn't being so direct about it, but yeah, it's over), and my money is lower than I thought. Ick. I'll make it through June, and possibly July, but it'll be a squeak. I am not looking forward to joining the nine to five crew. But I'm taking one for the team so that I can pay bills and eat good food. The food is what I'd miss most of all. I'm just saying. **Working Class** The weather that ROARED - 2005-03-01 Enabler's Rag - 2005-02-15 Where in the world? - 2005-01-14 Where have all the rude boys gone? - 2005-01-04 quickly - 2004-11-21 <-- - -->	Last Next Newest Older Rings Pictures Links Profile Guestbook Email me Notes Diaryland Hate is Great

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