It's My Birthday

There comes a time in everyone's life (hopefully) when you turn into an adult. You begin life as a baby, and you grow up into a toddler, then a child, then a kid, then a pre-teen, then a teenager, then the awkward "everyone expects you to act like an adult but they don't treat you like one" stage, and then, after a gazillion years of being a non-adult, it happens.

But not for me, I'm going to stay six years old forever. (Hello, I Am Six Years Old) Even though I'm turning 20 this week...
but like, 20 is old!! The big 2-0. Second decade of my life. It's old. I'm almost not a teenager anymore. This takes a lot of teenaged-privileges away from my horizon. I have to like... be responsible for myself or something now. But the important part of turning 20 is that I am NO LONGER a teenager. According to my google search, I've done pretty well with living my teenaged years to the fullest. Out of the 20 Things to Do Before You're 20 list, I've done 18 of them. You can guess which ones I haven't done, I'm not going to tell you, but maybe you can use this as a guide for yourself if you're still under 20.
But the thing about birthdays is that they're the perfect excuse for everything you ever need to justify.

It's even more convenient when your birthday falls near Thanksgiving in the same way mine does, because then you can take all the things you needed to justify before and amplify them... for the entire Thanksgiving break.

What sucks about Thanksgiving break is that everyone goes home. Then you have the whole apartment to yourself. Which is good... and bad...

But then, since no one is around, you can make sweet potato casserole at 1am because you're too scared to sleep, put candles in it the next morning for your birthday, and then eat it for breakfast... and no one will judge you for 1) not making yourself a birthday cake 2) eating casserole for breakfast, and 3) putting candles in it.
Not that I like did that or anything.

I Have No Hobbies Anymore

Once upon a time, the Thanksgiving Holiday is a week away. Of course, this means that all the professors like to give you all your midterms and papers and projects and like whatever for the week before, so you don't forget everything you've learned over the break, or like whatever. In other words, this means that the week before Thanksgiving is the craziest week of your life this month, and that the two days of school you have the week of Thanksgiving become the easiest two days of your life.

The busy week is a trial in and of itself, but then, the sad part is the aftermath: when you're so not-busy that you don't know what to do with your life.

But I mean, after a while, staring at the ceiling is boring. I can only do that for so long, I have a short attention span. For a little while, I was in denial that I really had nothing I NEEDED to do RIGHT NOW, so I made up a few things for myself to do in this spare time...

After about half an hour of this though, I burnt out and lost motivation, and started wasting my free time...

This is when I realized that I don't have hobbies anymore. I know I used to have them. Something like playing the piano, reading, sports... I don't remember. But I know I had them. I used to have real hobbies like the ones that Pinterest talks about...
But speaking of Pinterest, and what it talks about... When I looked at it on this day, I remembered that I really like ear-cuffs!! Like, really like them! And I found this website that taught you how to make one out of a paper clip!!

I was super excited about this and I made it my new hobby. I made three in under an hour. I was very excited. I thought about buying a kit, or some real jewelry wire, or some cool beads so I could expand and develop my new hobby... but then I burned myself out on it. So maybe my problem isn't that I'm too busy for hobbies. Maybe it's that I have the attention span of a squirrel...

Adventures in the Check-Out Line of the Creamery

Soo, I work at a grocery store. Every other day, I stand in the same two-square foot box with my register, checking out people's groceries, for four hours or so. Now that I've worked here for a while, I've been able to categorize all the customers that come in.
Because we're on-campus, we obviously get a lot of students. In and of themselves, there are a lot of different kinds of students, but here are the typical ones:
There are Nice Ones:

Awkward Ones:

The Ones That Try to Hit On You:

Aaand the Ones With A Meal Plan:

Next to students, you would be surprised on how many people from "The Outside World" come to the Creamery to buy their groceries... Don't ask me why- overall the Creamery is more expensive than all other grocery stores (except the milk) and it's smaller than most other grocery stores as well... but it's whatever, they can do whatever they want.
You get your dad on the way home from work, stopping by to pick up some milk.

You get the elderly people, who are either very nice, or very mean.

There are some more awkward people:

And the ones that like the complain about everything:

Yeah, so next time you go grocery shopping, remember that the person at the register is a real person, with problems and a family and roommates and a facebook and a blog... and she probably blogs about customers like you... :P