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Who wants to be grown up anyway?

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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.

Every Day is a Learning Experience

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I had mentioned yesterday that I was going to blog about my slim-fast challenge and talk about how it’s going..and all that junk. But it ended up being really boring and just me complaining about not having energy, the diet bars being too sweet, and the shakes tasting like chalk that a cat threw up. That was yesterday..today is going much better.

I discovered 2 things today: 1. The shakes are way better when mixed with ice, and 2. I need to eat a lot more protein and way less carbs.

I also discovered I am not fun to be around when I’m hungry, I’ve actually started hiding from my family so they don’t have to endure it.

Other discovers:

  • The sun makes me happy, I could lay our there all day just soaking up those lovely rays. But I don’t because of the whole skin cancer risk.
  • I have an obsessive habit with cleaning. When I start cleaning  I can’t stop until everything is clean. Sounds great, right? Except it ends up taking over my entire day. So I opt to live in a messy room (although I’m slowly picking away at it).
  • I really want to be somebody. I know you’re probably like, well DUH everyone does. But I’ve always wanted to just be somebody since I was a little, even if that was my job. I could totally rock the whole showing up at clubs for money thing, except I would last about 2 seconds and run out of there after the first guido hit on me.
  • I don’t belong in a small town, and probably never will. Whenever I see New York mentioned on t.v. shows, a glimpse of the skyline my heart goes all buttery (the way most people get when they see a S.O. or new crush). The idea of crowded streets, pushing past people, ignoring homeless people…all of it! I want that life and I would like, like 3 weeks ago.
  • I need to make my blog funnier, I don’t think you guys realize how funny I can be. So hopefully that will change.
  • New grass green is officially my favorite color.

Okay so I made like 9 discoveries today, not just two.

Can I have Michael Scott’s Job?

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As many of you know, I’m a little obsessed with The Office. Granted season 3 will always be my favorite and I do agree with many that it’s sliding down hill… but I refuse to give up hope.

Last night, as I’m sure many of you loyal fans watched, Jim, Toby and Gabe/Kelly hunted for a replacement. I watched as familiar faces attempted to wow audiences with the humor the writers had laid out for them. But nothing really seemed to match up to the sarcastic and real life charm the audience has come to love.

Although I am almost positive that none of those candidates will be the new manager of the Scranton branch, I must admit I’m nervous that the directors/casting people/writers are going to take this to a dangerous place. Crossing my fingers that it will NOT be Dwight.

So on that note, I feel that I know who the perfect replacement would be. Me. I mean sure I may not have had any jobs that involve selling things (other than food and my body), and yes maybe I don’t really know that much about paper (it’s white..sometimes?), but gosh darn it I’d be the best stinkin’ boss ever.

I could be Pam’s new BFF, make fun of people with Darrel, be the younger sister Jim never knew he wanted, Dwight’s nemesis, A new member of subtle sexuality…it would be a perfect fit, trust me.

I’m not really sure what the search committee is waiting for, clearly their perfectly candidate is sitting right behind this computer screen.

How to unpack your college life

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How do you unpack an entire life you have and try to fit it into a small 12 x 12 ft room? In the past four years I’ve been unpacking and repacking I’ve just shoved everything in totes, storing that part of my life in the attic. But now, I’m kind of at a shit or get off the pot stage. Storing all my college memories in the attic until next year isn’t an option. Keeping things packed and organizing them until I move out…sounds like more of what I should be doing.

I’m halfway through the organizing part, well more like 1/100th of the way through. I made it through the smallest green tote I could find and I’ve already had my fill. Freshman year, during one of the many student involvement fairs that BSU has, my friend Tabby (who had been my only real friend at college at the time) had picked out this weird red pen with a mans head and fluffy red hair on the top. We gave him a name, and since the day we brought him back he has been sitting on my desk all the way in the right corner. Where is he going to go now? He never even worked so putting him on a desk at work (well if I find a job that has a desk) would be pointless.

What are we supposed to do with all of the memories we’ve collected, just shove them in another ex-boyfriend box sticking it under our bed only to pull out when we’re desperate to remember the good times and have a pint of ice cream handy.

No, that’s not how you handle things, well it’s how I used to but I’m getting better..trying anyway. We should semi unpack, and hang those drunken sloppy pictures on the wall with pride, don’t be afraid to wear your favorite Friday night outfit around your parents (although I think I may still wait until they are asleep to walk out the door) and feel free to hang on to your old college sweatshirt for as long as you want. Well at least until it’s too old, and has those weird mystery stains.

So, if you will excuse me. I’m going to go attempt to finish organizing and re-pack so I will be ready to move out of my childhood bedroom in at most a week. And I really want to watch Something Borrowed before the link gets taken down.