Silly rules golden words make

While listening to old music from high school, I find myself feeling very young. I'd forgotten how much I love "Life's Rich Pageant." I always say that "Document" is my favorite REM album, but now I'm reconsidering. I mean, I supposed I could say "Eponymous," too. But I think for now it might be "Pageant."

( REM - I Believe )

Today I got to meet Ms. Brandie Naked. She rocks my pants. She and Ryan and I did Thursday at the dube. Yay!

I still can't decide which licensing exam to take - the easy or the difficult? The one I could risk failing? Feh. Perfect is a fault, and fault lines change.

Basic vs. Clinical

I decided to register for the easy exam. When taking practice exams, I'm scoring about 85% on the Basic exam (you need about a 70% to pass) and about 65% on the Clinical exam (which has a lot of stuff on things I will learn in the field over two years, like insurance stuff and administrative stuff and supervision stuff). Since I want to take this as soon as possible after my two week period (I can make my appointment starting June 27th), and since so much other crap (cr*p?) is going on right now that would preclude doing a lot of cramming and studying and researching and stressing, I think I'm going to worry about the harder exam when I have the two years' experience. Who knows - by the time the two years of supervision are completed, I might not want to be a therapist.

So I coughed up the $175 to take an exam I can pass without really preparing. I don't need any more uncertainties right now. I need to pass. Still, I feel kind of like a slacker or something. Or worse, a failure. I'm upset that I'm not scoring higher on those Clinical practice exams. Overachiever, I know.

This is going to be the worst night ever.

I'm in a pissy mood and a half. I was totally cranky on the phone with Jennifer (sorry!), and I'm ready to go to this awards thing, but I totally look like a boy in a dress today. Ugh.

And, to all of my girly friends, are nylons supposed to be one-time things, or am I just perpetually wearing them wrong? I swear, I am wearing these with runs. Fuck it.

I should totally just not go. I'm in a terrible mood and look positively awful. The liner of this dress is sticking to me. And even with the little butterflies in my hair, I look like a boy in a dress. Jesus. This is the most ridiculous thing ever, but I don't have time to change. I'm already late just from writing all pissy.

Fuck.

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You know, nothing says "lonely" quite like going to a graduation ceremony and having no one there for you in that sea of family and friends.