Grad-uu-way-shon

So. I'm graduating today. I don't have to be at Diddle until 2, so I figured, "Hey--awesome. Sleeping-in day."
Not so. 8:11 stared at me this morning until I willed it away and closed my eye curtains. An hour of rolling around forced me to say, "Oh, never mind," and I got up. It is now 9:27 and I have nothing to do. Oh, I mean I do have things I could do. Clean my room, clean the apartment, maybe go for a run. All would be good for me and would take up a considerable amount of time.
It might be appropriate to go for a run on graduation day. Awfully symbolic, I think, not because I'm "running away," but because I'll hit the ground running these next few months.
Honestly, I'm a bit lonely. It's a SATURDAY MORNING and I'm awake and one room is graduating at this moment, the other is getting ready to have lunch with her family, and I'm pouting, bathing in my own pathetic I-can't-sleep loneliness, creating a piss poor mood for such an awesome day.
What the hell?!
Wake up, Jamie! Clean your room! Clean the apartment! Run your little heart out!

Then, at 3, graduation is MMMMMMIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEE! [evil laugh begins... ba ha ha]