I wonder what I can eat for lunch that will make up for the calories in the chocolate bunny I ate for breakfast…
No, no, no!
No, for multiple reasons! First off, that’s not exactly my ‘groove’. Secondly, I am totally superstitious. I think it’s a good thing. If I didn’t, I’d stop.
I’ve been in one of those pesky depressed moods for… well I don’t even know how long. A while. It took a break when school did, but now that work is back, the sadness magically is, too. Magically, eh?
So to try and combat the bad mood monster this morning, I decided to wear cute underwear after my shower. On a Tuesday! Crazy, right? ‘Cause Tuesdays are like my Mondays.
Perhaps, but I gotta say, I got one of my midterms back today and earned an extra credit point for remembering a fact from the first half of the semester that wasn’t even all that obscure. Now I have over 100% on that portion of the test. From what our professor was mumbling as he passed it out, it sounds like I was in the minority!
All because of my panties! Not quite, but still, in this case, it’s the thought that counts.
Ladies and gentlemen, if you want to start your day off right, do something just for yourself. Wake up early (or at least the first time your alarm goes off), put on some cute undies even if nobody else is going to see them (in fact, please make sure not everybody sees them), get your crap done early, and enjoy the inevitable good mood that will follow. Bonus points if you work out. That would put you ahead of me on the scoreboard.
So you survived Monday and I survived Tuesday. Go us! Hopefully we’ll keep the rest of the week rolling! As my gift to you for reading, I have something that might keep a smile on your face for a while. It’s a dub-stepping bird!!
Side note: this is not my bird. This is from the soul-eating abyss known as the internet. Because my bird wouldn’t even say hello. He was a jerk. That’s why I have dogs now.
I have had a couple of hectic days! Well, not hectic so much as panicky. I applied for the Disney College Program internship two days ago, completed the web-based interview yesterday, and had a ridiculously nerve-wracking phone interview this morning. My mind was pretty calm, but my body was not. I swear my lungs and my heart were NOT my allies! On the bright side, my interviewer and I bonded over animals (and animal rescue), which generally does not end badly. =)
The thing about the DCP is it’s a real “big girl” job, at least when it comes to the hours. I’ve heard everything from 30-80 hours a week depending on the season, at or barely above minimum wage. Yuck! That’s a step back. Not to mention living with strangers. I thought I had outgrown that, but apparently not. Adult life is not exactly what I expected. If that counts as adult life. They were talking about learning to live by yourself, which I did years ago. Maybe I’m too old for the internship!
Never too old for Disney ANYTHING!
Anyway, now I’m patiently (or not) waiting to hear back from them and the handful of other internships for which I applied. Now I have no excuse not to throw myself into my other obligations, so back to homework, rescue, and writing!
Smile, it’s almost the weekend!
“Adults are only kids grown up, anyway.” -Walt Disney
Eventually I expect to learn many adult lessons, but I wasn’t ready for this one. It was a bit embarrassing for me. (That’s life, I know, get over it.)
I returned home from class this afternoon to see a note on my door from the office of my apartment complex (AKA my bosses/coworkers). Did you realize it’s already the sixth? I didn’t. So I was late paying rent. Which, FYI, is SUPER humiliating if you work for the office.
So, the lesson I’ve decided to take away from this is to set an alarm in my phone for the last day of every month, reminding myself to pay rent. Because apparently my memory won’t take care of that for me.
Save yourself some humiliation (and a late fee) and consider this a lesson learned. I just did the work for you. 😉
Seriously. Nobody warned me about my early twenties. “It will be fun. It will be the time of your life! You’ll get to drink alcohol!!!”
Yes. But there is so much more to this time of my life. It is confusing, it shakes my self-esteem, and it really, really confuses me. Enough to list that twice.
I have never been decisive and now is when I’m really suffering for it. (Or is this just beginning? I’d love to know if my thirties are going to be just as turbulent.) My career plans are horribly unstable. I find myself thinking (a bit too often) ‘if you had just tried to take a science class, maybe you’d be in medical school by now‘ or ‘how do you ever expect to be a writer if you can’t make time to practice every day?‘ or, worst of all ‘remember when you were a little girl and you wanted to be an actor? Jennifer Lawrence is kicking your ass‘. I keep wishing I’d majored in something else. Film? Creative writing? Genetics? I should have worried less about my GPA and more about learning what I wanted to learn. Like Japanese. Or science. Or art. Take my advice, young ones: you’ll never know unless you try. My grades don’t excuse my ignorance. I’ll never know what I could have done.
Ah, but that’s not all! I’m reaching the age that troubles with the boyfriend aren’t “he plays too much Xbox” but rather “the careers we (think we) want are focused in specific areas of the country not at all close to each other”. After years of being together we’ve found a new obstacle to overcome. In my mind, I keep hearing a voice pleading for me to not give up my dreams for a man, but I fear I might be the first girl in history to make the mistake the other way around. Unless, of course, he can make enough money for me to be a housewife. That’s a good career dream, too.
Another fun fact: I think my metabolism thinks I’m older than I really am. I mean, my hormones have already thought I was going through menopause, but now my fat is pretty sure I want it hanging around. I was dieting decently until ‘that time of the month’ perfectly lined up with midterms. My lunch today was ice cream, potato chips, and a zero calorie energy drink. In my defense… …. …I have no defense.
But, if my twenties were all bad, I wouldn’t call them tempestuous. I’d keep the alliteration, but I’d just call them terrible. But really, they aren’t! Despite having a dog (or dogs, at this point in time), I have more freedom than ever, and I LOVE it! I live alone, and because I’ve held steady jobs since I was 18, I have the money to do what I want. Not everything I want, but enough of it. (By the way, I recommend getting a part time job in college, even if your parents are kind enough to pay for you. It’s good for your resume and the money helps a ton, even if you only work a few hours a week like I do now.)
Even though I moved from a bigger city to a smaller one for college, I’ve still had some awesome opportunities I wouldn’t have had any other way. The friends I’ve met (who put me through further confusion by getting married, owning houses, and having babies), the things I’ve accomplished, and the once in a lifetime (maybe?) chances I’ve grown daring enough to take. (Another tip: grow a pair and try something new! I’ve never been confident, but most of the time I try something totally “unlike me”, I am grateful for it!)
My twenties are an adventure very different from my teens. So much better, but I feel like more is at stake as well. I guess my only option is to keep looking forward.
Keep your face always toward the sunshine and shadows will fall behind you.