Several of my friends and acquaintances have started blogs to chronicle their post-graduate adventures and share them with friends and family. I'm not teaching, traveling to faraway lands, or torturing myself with post-graduate schooling like those twenty-somethings who somehow have their lives together and know what they want to be when they grow up [show-offs], but I think I have too much "stuff" in my brain just to let it sit there in a pile of unorganized fear, doubt, excitement, sadness, joy, and potential peace of mind. So, in between half-hearted Google searches for "jobs, bachelors in Psychology" and endless hours of watching Friends and drinking wine in bed, I have decided that I should find time to write, read, paint, and play, and hopefully find some semblance of myself in the process. It's funny to me that I've resisted writing and reading for so many years in school, and now in this weird limbo where I have time to do things just for me, writing and reading are the main things I want to do. It is my hope that writing this bloggy thing will prevent my brain from turning to mush from lack of use, maybe reverse some of the damage that four years of weekending and pulling all-nighters have done to it, and serve as a journal on which I can look back and see the progress I have (or haven't) made.