20 April 2009

Defining a Caroline


It's almost graduation, as I have previously obsessed about. Now, I know I should be worried about papers, tests, my internship, getting a job, and finding somewhere to live. I know this. However, all I want is to be a Caroline.

A Caroline? Yes, a Caroline. 

What is a Caroline, you may ask (unless you are one)? Let me share the beauty, glamour, and all over embarrassment that comes with being a Caroline.

A Caroline is someone who is:
1. Inebriated. 
2. Fun.
3. Feeling the need to share the love.

You must meet all the criteria.

A Caroline might:
1. Buy you a rubber ball for being the sober driver.
2. Text you. A lot. And none of those texts will make any sense.
3. Dance with you, music or no music.
4. Drink Boones Farm with a straw, straight from the bottle, in a movie theater.
5. Watch High School Musical on loop for 6 hours.
6. Walk around DC searching for burritos.
7. Walk around SF searching for boats full of cilantro.

Now, you may ask why this is relevant. For --- reasons:
1. I like to make lists.
2. I just watched Nick and Nora's Infinite Playlist.
3. I'm avoiding writing 4 papers and a cover letter.
4. I am too tired to get ready for bed.
5. I miss my girls.

14 April 2009

And the freak out commences.


You're welcome, world! I'm letting you win. College, as I've come to know it, is for "suckas." With a PAC paper, a political philosophy paper, a comparative politics paper, and whatever the weather man and the Olympics coach decide to give me I am, essentially, dead. 

Don't get too jealous. 

Apparently, this is the worst year to graduate. Ever. DC does have a growing job market (especially for the Dems, but no one will believe that I'm liberal), and I will be moving out there in the next two months. That, my darlings, is insane.

The jump from Fresno to DC will be nothing short of vertical. I will trade in the cowboy boots, bleached blonde with black underside hair, and the canal in my backyard that make Fresno home for suits, high heels, and happy hour. 



Get ready! Get set! We're off!