I thought I would have at least a couple of years after college. I mean, I’m still in the kid mentality…stay up late, eat sugar, run around, then crash. That has to mean something right?
Just because I move out doesn’t mean I have to grow up right away…or does it?
Now that I’m five months out of college it seems everyone around me has begun their decent into adulthood, something I’m not ready to tackle…not in the least. I’m still using the microwave to cook all of my meals, refusing to brush my hair, over accessorizing every chance I get, and wearing patterned tights with patterned dresses.
I don’t want to grow up and be responsible, I want to live a carefree life of peanut butter sandwiches and not caring if my shirt and pants match. I’m afraid that once I start moving toward adulthood I’ll lose the me that has always made me…well me.
Maybe it’s the pom poms on my shoes, or the bright pink bow in my hair, but gosh darn it I’m not ready to grow up. And I am prepared to kick and scream my way to avoid just that.
I’ve decided now that I’m unemployed and on the job hunt, I’m going to be more of a do-it-yourself-er.
I wish I was talking about making cute jewelry, or helping my sister with her wedding invitations, but no. Instead, I’m talking about fixing things around my apartment. Before we go any further you should realize I have no idea what I’m doing, and I’ve also assumed that do it yourself videos will be of no use to me.
The first thing to fix was the lock. The lock that I may have, kind of, accidentally already broke. My thought process was, what’s the worst that can happen? It’s not like I’ll end up locked into my apartment unable to take the deadbolt off…right? wrong. After futzing with it I was able to get the latch to close, it just wouldn’t open. Not even with the key. So I was forced to unscrew it and tape it to the wall…you know, like the normal person I am.
Next up was the bathroom mirror, about three weeks ago our mirror broke. In a freak, cough paranormal cough, accident our mirror leaped off the wall and landed on the floor smashing into pieces, leaving a gaping hole in our wall. Not only a bit creepy, but very inconvenient. Instead of telling our landlord we needed it replaced, I decided to take things into my own hands…by buying a wrong sized mirror, being too lazy to return it, and making a cardboard frame. I can see you’re impressed…i’d be more than willing to create one of these gems for you (only 19.95 (plus shipping and handling) )
The one thing I seem to have done right so far was add the soft felt bottoms to all of the chair/table surfaces…although I seemed to have gone a little bit crazy with it.
I think Kate is starting to tire of my whole Ms. Fix It ‘tude. Who knows what is next, maybe I’ll make a lamp out of the three light bulbs I broke while putting together a lamp, or attempt to walk on our broken porch…nothing is safe now.Nothing.
Can you be Facebook friends with someone who doesn’t share the same feelings as you? In the world of social media, what are the rules for kicking the guys who you screw out of your life?
Say I had been seeing this particular guy, who happened to say all of those perfect things that make you actually like him…weird, right? So, then you start to fall, you ask him what he was looking for and he answers “Casual Sex.” Say I might have been a little hurt by that, say I might have gone on two dates with two different guys that weekend. Say I then started sleeping with said causal sex guy. Worst part? It wasn’t even on my terms.
Why is it that when everything goes down it’s not “P.C.” to defriend someone on Facebook? Um, I’m sorry but I don’t want to see that you are dating someone else, or just “nailed some hot chick.” I know real classy. I’m all set with not ever seeing another update via Marky Z’s network about you.
So what does that say about me? Does it mean I’m immature because I don’t want to be public friends with a twit? Or does it mean that I’m immature because now I know he has no way of reading this blog post about him. I mean, if he was real.
I guess that leaves the question, can you defriend someone on Facebook without it coming back to haunt you?