Well… I’m not 25 yet, but I’m turning 22 next month (April 12th to be exact) and it’s literally driving me insane.
First and foremost, I’m not the biggest fan of the number 22 (sucks to suck Ana). I just don’t find it appealing. 16 was live. 18 was great. 20 sucked (too old for the 18 and up and too young for the 21 and older). 21 is freaking fabulous (margaritas on me?) 22.. 22 just reminds me of Taylor Swift and that doesn’t make me jump for joy.
I guess what started this snowball effect was spring break. Last week was freaking great. We went to the valley and spent the whole week with my best friends. Ate tons of amazingly cheap food and enjoyed a lot of laughs. The only part that made my quarter-life crisis hit me like a damn bus was the beach. I FELT SO DAMN OLD. I see these kids in high school, freshman in college, simply kids that look like they just came out of middle school having the time of their life… and I was just there… you know… just thinking about how hungry I was and trying to convince the boys we were ready to go. HAHAHAHAHA!
Then today. Today I registered for my last semester in college..
WHAT THE F*(#(&($@*#()$&#*%)@#*K
I mean.. I’m thrilled to almost be done with school but now I’m being flooded with questions.
“What are your plans for after graduation?”
“Have you applied for any internships?”
“Where do you plan to live?”
“What do you plan to do with your major?”
“GRAD SCHOOL? YOU NEED GRAD SCHOOL”
“GET YOUR DOCTORATES, YES DO THAT!”
*****and in my headdddd.. I’m like*****
and really… I have no idea…. I just know I’m going to graduate next December.. (well if i pass stats HAHAHA)
I went from having a margarita on the beach in my hand last week to trying to get my life together this week.. and just yesterday, on our first day back, I skipped all of my classes (sorry mom).
to add icing on the cake, being a grown up = bills. AND BILLS MAKE ME WANT TO LAY ON NAILS. I’m trying hard to be more independent and not rely on my parents as much. But.. I wear contacts and I’m officially on my last pair. Even with insurance contacts suck. I need to get an eye exam for my contacts AND MY GLASSES. WHAT IN THE WORLD?! THERE IS NO COMBO DEAL IN THIS THING?! AND THEN AFTER THE EXAM I NEED TO ACTUALLY BUY MY CONTACTS AND GLASSES. WHO NEEDS TO SEE?!
You know what sucks too? groceries. WHY MUST I BE HUNGRY ALL THE TIME? WHY MUST I LOVE THE MOST EXPENSIVE STUFF? OH IDK, BECAUSE I’M ABOUT TO BE 22!
Most of the time I hold my ground.. even with $20 to my name.. but sometimes.. it goes like this..
I don’t know how I feel about being 22.. all I know is that I want to lay in bed with some fluffy pillows, eat some pizza and hot cheeto puffs and watch scandal, and if I’m feeling lucky, have David run to the store and get me ice cream.
welp….. that’s my slice of life on this great Tuesday.