Graduation

My parents are on a plane right now, flying over to see their baby daughter graduate. I sometimes wish that they weren't coming, just because I'll be a face in a sea of hundreds, probably thousands. It's going to be a long drawn out 2 hour long ceremony with me having no significant part in it. It would be different if I graduated with a 4.0 GPA with super honors or was a somebody, but I'll just be the girl with literally 5 seconds on stage with a really cute pair of white shoes ($65 with a 15% discount!). There's too many people in the world (and UB) for little me to be any special.

Oh wells. Perfectionism kills my spirit.

Regardless of my apprehension about graduation, they will be here in T minus ~40 hours. Things to do include:

• Clear up the beer bottles lying around (99% aren't mine, 1% mmm)
  
• Hide that bottle of Jack Daniels (not mine but nevertheless in the apartment)
• Clear up the apartment (I hate packing)
• Hide half my shoes so they think I spent money on useful things like books and food
• Hide half my clothes so they think I spent money on useful things like books and food
• Hide the latest shopping bags so they think I spent money on useful things like books and food
• Plan the road trip and book hotels for the next couple weeks
  

I also realized I spent more time and effort thinking about my outfit for graduation (underneath the cap and gown) more than I did for writing those CHE414 Instrumental Analysis lab reports. Priorities, priorities.