On Fear, Really Graduating, and July!

It's all the same really.
I'm ushering in July with over $15,000 of debt, The Decemberists (guess which song...), and Claire Danes as a falling star.
Thursday, I finished college.
Tomorrow, another Thursday, I get to drive onto Warner Bros. lot as an intern for Dan Jinks and Bruce Cohen. My favorite producers. If one is allowed to have favorite producers.
Yesterday, I screwed up at least 8 times. Or rather, faced the consequences of 8 screw ups. Today I fixed about 5 of them. I know I'm supposed to spell out each of those numbers according to the rules of conventional grammar, but I think 82 should make it better. Yes. Eighty-two makes it better.
I suppose now it is time to either face destiny or live the dream, depending on how one feels about free will. I personally believe in a mix of everything. My work, God's plan, and the intervening universe at large. I suppose, though, God's plan for everything and always is the lovely trump card, and I am reassured.
Yes, I got "religious."

But seriously. I want to work. This week of downtime (and getting raped by banks, catching eye cooties, and crying profusely in between watery eyes) has left me with too much time to think.
I need my koala. He is still tap-dancing. He needs to get on kicking some kangaroo (adult) rear-end.
And Ashley needs to realize Sam is the man for her. Kevin just isn't worth her time.

So I went to see Transformers 2 on the 23. It started on the 24th with MICHAEL FUCKING BAY introducing the film. We were in the same room. It was a big room and we were at opposite ends, but there it is. My wonderful date had to be slightly embarrassed at my giddiness. And at my enthusiasm for a movie that was far less than perfect and possibly straight-up mediocre. But damn it, "Autobots, let's roll" is as invigorating as the Superman theme regardless of the film context.

I'm really sorry about the lack of pictures. Soon, soon.
Please keep reading, the four of you (or so) who do.

Soon I must talk about the beaches in my life. But, to quote Legolas "Fellowship of the Ring", "for me the grief is still to near."

Farewell to the security of the classroom.
Hello July!
I love you.