Where's the Tylenol?

So you know in Christmas Vacation, where Chevy Chase goes absolutely batshit near the end and spews a minute and a half of inventive bile without taking a breath before concluding "Hallelujah, holy shit!" That's how I feel right now. Hallelujah, holy shit.

I have a roommate about whom I am tremendously excited. We'll be moving in together in July, I think.

My mother informed me a couple weekends ago that she's totally ready for me to get engaged and married. I told her thanks, I'd actually picked up on that. While it's flattering in a way that my mother thinks I'm that mature, I know I'm not ready yet, and my mom has a way of getting her way whether I want it or not. I'm holding firm on this.

I'm not ready because there are still things I need to do for me right now. I need to get my doctorate. I need to move out on my own. I need to know that I can financially support myself. Mostly, I need a few more years of completely selfish living. I'm not ready to become a "we" yet. I'm still an "I."