In an unexpected yet delightful turn of events I, Natalie Lynn Faris graduated from college. Some may have seen it coming, seeing as I had been in school for the past 5 years, but personally I was shocked. It was the most amazing day ever. That being said. No one really graduates from a Cal State. They walk across a stage before they pay 6 more fees, take at least two summer school classes, and then receive their diploma ten months later. I love education, it's a real treat.
When I was 16 years old I did not own a hair straightener. I did not believe in bobby pins, blow dryers or hair spray of any kind. I made sure to dress everyday in my best sweats, dance shirt and accessorize with a sequins headband. The only things I really cared about were dancing, and my dreamy boyfriend. Yep. While my dancing career was at an all time high and my image awareness at an all time low, I was dating the cutest most charming boy in school. I'm assuming it was my personality that won him over because it definitely wasn't the headband. Now at 23 I possess my very own straightener, dance degree, and strong opposition to any mention of boyfriends. I mean, I thought I definitely upped my game in the last seven years but I guess that's negotioable.
As a smart single girl I have learned that boyfriends don't matter. Instead, I need to worry about art, family, friends, the children I teach and vacations. In that very specific order. But now, as I approach the year of at least three weddings I'm starting to wonder about my own prospects. Obviously I have my own much too feminist opinions on weddings, but I'm still secretly crossing my fingers for the day that some brilliant artist realizes that I'm the one. Or even Lil Wayne, I could be in love with Lil Wayne. But even as I typed that I immidiatley remembered that it has almost been a full year since my latest heartbreak and Lil Wayne probably doesn't believe in marriage either. So I guess we're all gravy.
I need to move to Los Angeles. Had I written this blog six months ago I would have said the exact opposite of that statement. But I think it's time for my very own big girl life. Which hopefully does not include eight hour workdays or a job that requires shoes. I'm pretty sure I was Pocahantas in my last life and re born as a modern day gypsy. Either way, I don't do shoes.
I miss dancing. I am already having withdrawls from my college classes and it's been less than a month. You know you were born crazy when three weeks with no ballet is a fate worse than death. I have finally outgrown Tillys and am scared out of my mind. I want a new job but I don't want to find one. I want to be in L.a but I don't want to move. I want to be in New York but I think the universe is arguing with me. And lastly, I want to be a famous Broadway star, but I don't know how to sing. Thankfully we can blame my parents for the last one.
If my ten year old self could see me now she would wonder why I haven't released at least two albums, been on t.v, and won an Oscar. Time really is ticking. All of these thoughts make me want Albertos. Which reminds me. I thought emotinal eating was a temporary college condition. Don't worry. I was very wrong. Burning off what you ate is a temporary college condition, once you graduate all of those emotions go directly to your ass. Perfect.
All of that said, I think I'm coping pretty well. Graduating college is nothing that a good pair of leggings can't fix. Wish me luck. Hopefully my next blog is written in an apartment that I share with my gay bestie, that I pay way too much for. Dear real world, this should be good.
Love Always,
Nat <3
