The Sad Tale of a Post-Grad

Four years and $100K of college tuition has led me straight to the same place I started: my parent's basement. Yea I went to Europe for the month of July... but it wasn't your "oh yeah after college I went backpacking with some people and met other people and got really high in Amsterdam" type of trip. It was more like "yeah I stayed in 5-star hotels and had really nice dinners with my parents who go to sleep before I wake up." So honestly... I have no idea why Amy would ask me to write for her site. Other than seeing some ruins and famous stuff in Europe, I've spent the summer posted up my parent's couch with Costco's generic diet green tea bottles and utz potato chips, the rippled kind obviously. I have no real life experience, no future plans and the only thing on my to-do list today is to take a shower. And in between the on-demand episodes of Weeds on a Friday night, I wonder how I got back here? Three months ago I was falling asleep on my porch and going to the bar in pajamas, because I could. Three months ago the only decision I had was how much did I have to study for tomorrow's test before I could go to the bars. I can't even remember the last time I went to a bar where the girls were slutty and the boys were fun. For the first time in my life, I actually have to skip the eyeshadow and Victoria Secret's glitter puff because it's "too much." I don't know whats happening in my life, but all I know is if I can't show up to a bar in a tube dress, heels and gold hoops.. count. me. out.