At the beginning of last semester, you may recall that I was told I will not graduate until August of 2009. I was going to have to retake 12 hours of classes... 4 this semester and then 8 over the summer.

I was stressing about how I would pay for these classes, my apartment, utilities and groceries. I was not excited about this at all.

However, those stresses are no longer a problem.

The other day I got a call from the Graduate Office about my lack of a degree audit.

Today, I turned in my degree audit and within about 20 minutes I get a phone call from the wonderful lady in the office.

She was calling to tell me that I did not have to retake those 12 hours of classes. Because I had posted these hours I earned from passing the AP test in high school, the amount of Ds I had balanced out and I didn't have to retake the classes.

Therefore...

I'm graduating in May!!

And... I got to drop my Chemistry class, so I got to sell that book back... and I'll get a check for 80% of the tuition of the class. Hells ya! My course load just dropped to 12 hours of journalism classes and Spanish 2. Yay for an easy semester.

Woo hoo! All is well in my life. Good kharma has paid off.

I have a problem with commitment. I can't do it.

I don't know if this has to do with relationships, but I'm sure in the subconcious of my mind, this all ties together. Let me explain.

I can't commit to things. I can commit to teams, to school, to a job. I just can't commit to things.

Example number one: I don't buy books. I have to buy school books, sure. But, I don't buy books from a bookstore. I'm too afraid it's going to be a really bad book and then I've wasted money on that book. This does allow me to save money, but I don't read that much. I need to visit the library more.

Example number two: It takes me about 45 minutes to decide what movie I want to rent. This is the same situation as the book renting. I don't want to pay $5 and then be stuck with a horrible movie. Sure, it's only $5, but that's a lot when you're in college. I miss Netflix.

Example number three: Buying groceries takes me forever because I debate over many items if I want to buy the name brand.... which I know is good... or take the chance and buy the off brand. I spend a lot of more money on name brand products because I'm afraid of coming across a really bad off brand product.

Am I just frugal or something more?

The one thing I have always loved about the Clutter is that no one I see on a daily basis knows that I blog here. It's my secret hide-away on the internet. Even if Bish has 15 kids and the Clutter stays as it is, I'll still post. Sure, it might be out of laziness because I am to the point now where I waste too much space scribbling mistakes in my own journal, but I'll still post. It might also be that posting on the Clutter, and thus releasing the problems of my life into the wide world of the internet is like therapy for me. On my xanga, my words are constrained because people I see daily can read it. But, I won't run into you folks at the super-market. Therefore, it makes things a little less constrained and a little more open. Thanks Clutter. Thanks for letting me lay on your couch as you write down the crazy antics that I call life. You can send me a bill later.

I digress (which I've noticed that "I digress" has slowly made its way into pop-culture.). My boyfriend and I broke up. Almost a week ago. It just wasn't going to work out in the long run. You can read more on my xanga. I'm rather impressed with my post about it. It's not whiney and girly... its rather poetic. There should be drums playing and people snapping their fingers as you read it. (Ok, it's not that poetic but you laughed at that thought.)

The strange thing is that I don't miss him. I miss having a boyfriend though. I never thought I would be that girl, but I kind of am. I think I just miss cuddling with someone on the couch, or in the movie theater (which The Dark Knight is AMAZING!). I think that's what I miss, actually I know that's what I miss. I'm lame, it's official.

In other news, I might have to change my major because I haven't made that great enough grades to be in the biology department. I think its a sign that I'm really not supposed to be a scientist. I was planning on being a scientist, but it's just a bigger sign that if I wanted to be one, I shouldn't. I love learning about science, but I'm horrible at math. Put it this way, Bish is to spelling what Molly is to math (no offense Bish). I've had two articles published in the local paper this summer. My editor for the summer is actually paying me more because he likes the stuff I showed him when I interviewed. He wants me to come work for him when I graduate. I've loved writing for the paper! I love meeting the people and knowing that my story has effected their life. I think this is my calling. Sure, I might not be rich doing it, but I'll always love what I'm doing. Between journalism and biology, I would get a masters even doctorates in journalism, not biology. The media is fascinating and I want to be a part of this public-shaping giant.

Anyway, it's the wee small hours of the morning. And the whole wide world is fast asleep. So I think I'll go to sleep too.

G'nite Webclutter. May you have pleasant dreams.

Almost three weeks ago the fam and I were barely sleeping because the next morning we were going to wake up for the adventure of our lives. We were going to set sail on a 5 day cruise! And wow, was it amazing. I did get a little carried away on the first night with some Long Island Iced Teas, but nevertheless, it was a great vacation. I would love to do it all again!

I came back home and went to Wal Mart to print my pictures, where I went off and left my memory card. So much for posting pictures on the internet. :( And so much for those pictures on the memory card.

Oh, while I'm thinking about it...HAPPY LATE FATHER'S DAY BISH! It was your first one! How exciting!

Anyway, back to my life...

I have 3 summer jobs.

1. Stringer for the local paper. Basically, I write stories on occasion and get paid for them.

2. Child development center worker... I work at a daycare from 10-6, M-F

3. Ace Liquor Store! Down here in the South, they still believe in dry counties. Therefore, if you drive 100 yards from the county line, you come to a liquor store... the one I work at. And it is BUSY on Saturday nights...the only night I work. But, I still get a 20% discount (not on beer) and if I get a keg (which I do all the time you know) then I only have to pay for the beer...none of the other expenses. Pretty sweet deal if you ask me. Too bad I don't get alot of kegs.

Anyway, that's the update.

1. Heather, how did the bed work out? I've been in suspense!
2. While I'm thinking about it...

HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY TO ALL THE CLUTTER MOMS!

especially to Heather who gets to have her first Mother's Day! :)