Last night I watched the final ep of Angel with my friends Susan and John. I made angel food cake (heh) and Susan bought sparkling cider for a toast. Lots of fun, but really sad. I’m not going to give anything away for those of you who haven’t seen it, but I laughed out loud at how Spike spent what might have been his last day on earth. It’s depressing to think that there is no longer a single Joss Whedon show on the air; in the space of eighteen months the man’s gone from three shows to none. He’s been on TV since I was in high school.
In other jarring news, this weekend is my bro’s graduation. That means:
1. My brother is a grownup now. Actually he’s been a grownup for years now, completely blows me out of the water with his goals and ideals and way of analyzing philosophy and his wicked chess game, but I’ve been in denial.
2. I’ve actually been out of college for four years. I’m old.
3. All my old teachers are going to be grilling me about my life right in the middle of my total identity crisis. I like my job but I’m not satisfied with my life; I really want to go get my doctorate and become an English teacher, but I don’t know if that will solve my problems or just change the venue. For now, I’m just mulling it over … and over. Sigh.