I check my files and despite being a bit of an f-up the past two years my degree is with Distinction and face is saved. I cared and didn't about this, the same way I did when I squeaked into honors in highschool (literally by a fraction of a percent, little known fact to those who thought I was going to medal). My own calculations had suggested I was out of the running. My undergraduate degree, finally applied for and granted (delay due to sheer laziness), is apparently Great Distinction.

A lifetime later, I'm a college graduate.
I should probably remember to take a picture on my first day of work.

I took a picture of myself yesterday after a session in the water where I temporarily abandoned my big wave duck dive dreams and fooled around in the foamies and broken sets for a couple of hours. I look visibly happy.

Yesterday I went to D & L's for pina coladas and dinner. They're a cool surf couple that was friends with the guy mentioned last week and sweetly adopted me on his leaving. Being around them I start to ask if I'm living in the right place in the world. Ocean people make sense to me. I'm having substantial doubts about what I want to do with the aforementioned educational credentials, half drunkenly stating this week what goes through my head all the time anyways:

"My twenties are not for sale"

So we've established that, a simple perfect open ended truth. Now, it needs the content that makes it more than a beautiful inscription on an important year in my life.