So, I took a couple days off from writing last week to go to my brother’s graduation from USC, and help out with preparations for his party. Do you have any idea how difficult it is to not make a “Plastics” joke at these graduation functions? Anyway, he now has a college degree in Jazz Studies (he’s a drummer, you see). I’ve only now been able to get back to MY life. Good lord these graduates are selfish. “Ooh look at me, I spent four years hitting things with sticks and sleeping until noon. Come sit in the sun for six hours and then throw me a large, catered event with tacos and rented tables.”

Pbbbbbft. That’s what I say to THAT.

Actually, what I say to that is “Hooray!” because it means there will be tacos and rented tables. And a CAKE. Which there was. And it was delicious. Oh, and also I am proud of my little brother. Aww, look at him there, all chock full o’ knowledge:

Life Stage #3: Complete, little brother. Now on to Life Stage #4: Unemployment!

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