According to Plan

I have a degree.
This particular thought dashes across my mind at least 3-5 times a day. It's not because five months after walking across the prestigious stage of the University of Idaho graduation ceremony I am still euphoric that I joined the 6.7% of the world with a college degree.
This thought usually crosses my mind when I am changing urinal cakes.
Urinal cakes.
Or when dealing with a customer whom I would like to send to time-out.
Because I work in the fast food industry.

Though my sweet Little Grandma has passed on to heaven, thus shrinking any chance this blog will be read by real humans by about half, I am using this blog to come out to the world.
Hello world!
Not only do I hold a college degree, I also hold two minimum-wage jobs and a humbled sense of self.

The plan was this:
1. Graduate!
2. Move to Alabama *cue banjo music*
3. Develop sweet southern drawl and enjoy the hospitality
4. Get dat money

The plan has gone more like this:
1. Graduate!
2.Move to Alabama *cue banjo music*
3. Use "y'all" way more than could be considered appropriate
4. Scrape...dat....money

Hello world! I am a (fairly) fresh college graduate, whose immediate post-graduation professional life is not going quite according to plan. This blog started two years ago in Spain as an online journal for my family to read about my fabulous adventures. Now, I'm using it as a therapeutic outlet to drum up the drama and turn my southern happenin's into...fabulous adventures.

Nobody cared....

I have a degree. But nobody seems to care right now. So Blanquita is back, y'all.


....I'm pretty sure that's how you spell "y'all."