I wish there was a career in creating names like "Brangelina" and "Tomkat"

The anxiety has officially set in. TWO days ago I was talking about how I couldn't wait to graduate, but in all reality, I'll probably totter between wanting to graduate and freaking out about it on a daily basis until graduation. I've decided that that was just the beginning of a term that I will dub "graduation/grown up anxiety".

You see, in the world of Allison, when I get anxious or stressed out about something, I do erratic, spontaneous, impulse things (can you say new shoes, shopping trip, and new hair color?!?!). Typically though, I don't do anything crazy, don't you worry.

For instance, yesterday I had a crappy night. Not for any reason inparticular. Just lots of little things. Missing my friends and family. Stupid boys doing stupid things that I shouldn't care about-- but do. Growing up. Graduation. Stupid feelings and emotions that only girls can understand. Wanting to take my dog for a walk, but not being able to because he's in Clarion. Boredom. You know, totally normal things. (right)

This crappy night made me want to shop. I actually DID get in my car, but I had enough willpower to turn right onto Fifth Avenue rather than left, which would have led me to Old Navy, where I was planning on buying out their flip flop/spring dress selection. Turning right only resulted in my stop at the Coldstone Creamery for ice cream the size of my head (which yes, I ate it all).

Anyways, crappy night= Random, unnecessary trip for ice cream and Potter thinking time...
Potter thinking time= made me really sad and freaked out about the future.
Maybe it had something to do with FINALLY submitting my resume to a couple companies and sending letters of inquiries to a few others. Maybe not...

I'll probably do a lot of little crazy things over the next month and a half, which I will blame directly on the fact that I have NO idea what is going to happen with my future. Hopefully I don't shave my head, after dying my hair dark and light and dark and light. (I promise I won't... I'm really not crazy... definitely not THAT crazy)

So... this is where we tie in the title of this blog. Why can't I just become a professional celebrity nickname maker upper? I mean, for real... Who's the lucky fool out there getting paid for Bennifer II, Brangelina, and TomKat?!?! Or how about a professional blogger? I'm totally in favor of it. Given the right amount of pay, I'm sure I could come up with all sorts of interesting things to talk about in a blog. Blogs are so easy and so much fun. It's so relaxed. You don't have to worry about correct grammar, punctuation, etc. quite as much... (much more acceptable to write in a conversational manner)... with my internship, I have myself doubting every single thing I'm writing, wondering if that's how it is in the AP Stylebook (a professional writer's bible). Someone figure out who I can write to about a paid blogging position. I'd totally apply.



Disclaimer: To those of you that are now worried that I'm going to dye my hair, shave my head, and spend my savings on a new wardrobe (as if I need any more clothes)... I'm not going to. I like my hair the color it is, I would NEVER shave my head... and I'll try to limit my retail therapy to a couple new spring dresses. I promise.