Big Boy Shoes

Decided against wearing a hat so as to flaunt my new blonde highlights. 

What is up, blogosphere? Sir Marcus T. Williams here and I'm gonna try to catch you up on the whirlwind past couple weeks, which doubled as the last few of my undergrad college career. You heard it right: I am now officially a college graduate. They clearly let just anyone who can read and write graduate. But, on the bright side, this means that anyone that got some sort of notification or graduation announcement from me and my family is theoretically obligated to fulfill the unspoken social contract that says they have to send some sort of gift to me. I'm accepting donations, most specifically those of the monetary persuasion. Don't you all take out your checkbooks at once.

This guy had the right idea.

As for actual graduation, I knew it had to happen at some point, but that doesn't make it any easier to wrap my head around. I'm not that emotional a person, but as I sat amongst my fellow graduates Saturday afternoon, the moment temporarily swallowed me as I realized that for all intents and purposes, I was in the process of crossing over into full-time adulthood, a look that I'm not quite sure is good for me. Since I began college, I've been in a perpetual state of arrested development, enjoying it so much so that while I've physically and intellectually changed since then, I've mentally stagnated in the mindset of a college student. Van Wilder was onto something, because college has been awesome and I would probably never leave if the choice were left up to me. My grades have damn near made that a possibility, but they are misleading. They probably won't be read this way but I always have and always will maintain that the work in college isn't the hard part - it's the motivation to stay on top of it. Y'all smell what I'm cooking.

Adding to the intrigue of my impending commencement ceremonies was the fact that my family was making a rare visit to Columbia to see it. I see my family like 2 or 3 times a year at most now, so I practically blew myself (NO HOMO) in giddy anticipation of their arrival. My parents, younger brother Han Solo(cup) and cousin Jungle Jim made the voyage out to CoMo thursday night and left this afternoon, which was a lengthier visit than I originally expected, but also a pleasant surprise. It was very good to see them and let them see how I operate in my Midwestern element. They got to meet some of my closer friends and other associates. They even got to take in some Mizzou basketball action and some Andy's Frozen Custard. #LetsHaveAToast to my kinfolk for the love and support they've shown me over the course of this journey; I appreciate y'all making the long trip in my name.

I'm not there physically, but subconsciously, he's getting it

- This weekend was also big for people not named me. My young nephew Tre' turned 3 on saturday and though he has only met his long-lost uncle once, I'm doing all in my power to make sure he follows in my footsteps and becomes the next Missouri Tiger of the Williams family. My older brother might think it's gonna go differently, but he's wrong. Mizzou class of 2029 - book it!

- Also going down on Saturday: My longtime roommate and main man Ryno got married. He and his wife have been together for about a year and a half now and sometimes you just know. I was scheduled to be a groomsman in the ceremony but had something else come up that I had to go to. DAMN YOU, College of Arts & Sciences!

For serious though, I'm certainly not jealous of their particular situation, but I am one of those rare guys that looks forward to that part of my life. I would LOVE to have my own shit figured out that early on, especially as it pertains to my love life. But if not me, then good for them, I say. Congratulations to the newly-crowned Mr. and Mrs. Guenther! Shit got REAL all over the place this weekend.

- As is wont to happen when people get married, the Guenthers are moving into a place together, meaning that I'm on the lookout for a new roommate; enter my homeslice Miss Frizzle. I'm given to understand that she is looking to change her residence and she has indicated that she's interested in filling in for Ryno, so right now she's the most likely candidate for the vacancy. She's one of the few people that I can confidently say really gets me (at least more so than most people) and we have a very enjoyable rapport with one another, and despite the fact that she has been recently kicking my ass sideways in Scrabble (ironic that I'm not great at that game, no?), I'm hoping that me and her can work something out this week. I'm going to need a new roommate regardless, so if we both are looking at residency questions, we might as well kill two birds with one stone. I cannot overstate how much I hope to be past the point in my life where I live with total strangers, so obviously I would be thoroughly stoked to get this situation resolved, especially if said resolution comes through someone I know and really get along with. Maybe mentioning it here on the interwebs will light a fire under her and she'll make the clear right decision.  YOUR MOVE, Ms. Frizzle.

Love y'all to death, for serious. 

-  One final note on graduation: Shout out to ET, Bo Peep, Gossip Girl, and Scotty2Hotty for actually sitting through the ceremony to watch me graduate. I would have never asked them to come, but the fact that they volunteered to do so was very flattering. I'm very thankful to consider them all friends of mine.

So now you guys are somewhat caught up on things. Now that I don't have those pesky classes getting in the way, I'll have more time to keep y'all abreast on the happenings in my life; I know you guys have been fiending for this stuff, and I'm gonna be your supplier.

Until next time, this is Sir Marcus T. Williams signing off..... Y'all take care now. Bye-cicle.