U.E.P.Y.

So, I realize I suck at the whole blogging thing. Lets be real. It should be left to those creative types. But here is a little catch up action:

<- my class minus Chuck.

I did it. Graduated and survived. But now the real question is how long can survival persist? It seems to be indefinitely. I have moved home. Home to a house that doesn't have room for me. My mom likes to always celebrate national pack rat day (May 17th.) And now my days are filled with pseudo-studying for my national boards test, wedding planning (not for myself) and a newly acquired habit of water aerobics.

U.E.P.Y. are the top letters that stand out in UNEMPLOYED. Oddly enough, I have been unemployed for over a year (since I counted nursing school as a full time position.) But in the two weeks since graduation, I have felt the weight of that word pressing on the space around me more than seems nice. And I have had it thrown in my face more than once. I liked the respect of being a nursing student. And everyone seemed okay with me not working. Its all changed in a very short amount of time. I miss school, I think.