the beginning

There's nothing quite like the feeling you get after graduation. The cap, the gown, the diploma; the latter I have yet to see, but I hear it's in the mail. Four years of undergraduate study, thousands of hours of studying, researching and writing (procrastination included). Hundreds of pages read, films watched, lectures attended, paper cuts. After switching my program and majors on a near-weekly basis--fine arts, ceramics, political science, philosophy--I fell in love with film studies and English, sucked it up for the double major, and didn't look back. Well, that's not entirely true. I'm still in the midst of a 4-year messy breakup with the fine arts bit, we have this on-again and off-again relationship, but there's always graduate school. But I couldn't be happier with my studies, and enthusiastically admit that I have barely begun pursuing my education, and humbly admit that I still have no clue what iambic pentameter is (but I have watched the Odessa Steps sequence a respectable amount of times).

And here I am, the day after graduation, exhausted.

Waiting to be kicked off the University's computer system, denied library privileges and gym access; jobless, and diving into the applications for graduate schools. That's the Michigan Difference.

Today I spent the whole day catching up on sleep missed over the last month, windows thrown open while the rain came down, then mopping up that rain with the towels I just washed, and ultimately deciding that the day would be best spent re-reading Pride and Prejudice while listening to the rain on the windows, making sure to swap out the towels every so often.

Oh, and making this blog to showcase my run-on sentences & excessive use of semicolons; something to record the adventures of my gap-year and agonies of applications and prep exams, broken up by my "cinemadventures" (experimental short films; photos; art projects; outdoor adventures). More emphasis on the latter, which I think will prove much more interesting. I also might throw in a handful of book reviews, film comments, irrelevant links, recipes and attempts at cooking.

Join me.