This is my workspace.  Is it narcissistic to have two pictures of myself on my desk?  Perhaps.

The IT guy at work always gives me crap for buying a Mac.  But it’s what I wanted.  But I tell you what I won’t be buying– an iPad.  Between my MacBook, and my iPhone, do I really need small, smaller, and smallest?  No thanks.

I think Apple could have shown a little more class by not trying to make a Kindle for Mac lovers.  And Kindle’s are nice, but what’s so wrong with an old-fashioned book?  And you can read most of those for free thanks to the library, where I am off to in just a second to get some more… (GASP!) old-fashioned books.

So now I’ve moved. I’m settling in. The weather is crappy, thus no shiny pictures to show you. I’m doing okay. The job is good. I miss home. I need a beach day. The end.

For the past three years I felt hurried to get somewhere.  Adulthood, The Real World, whatever you call it.  I think this comes from the few instances where I find myself away from home, am experiencing someone else’s situation in life, and find myself insane with jealously.

College has made me feel stuck in one place, like I’m waiting for my real life to begin.  And this summer has made it even worse.  Every now and then I just find myself depressed that I have to go back to Knoxville.  Why can’t I get a real job and start my real life now?

I don’t know why I am in such a hurry to grow up at 21.  But I think I’m ready to stop.  I should be making the most of this supposed purgatory.  Not to mention that I’ll never cut it in the real world if I don’t know how to use a can opener.

Just this morning I was walking back from my coffee shop of choice in Edgartown– Espresso Love. I was wearing a white t-shirt, so of course I spilled coffee all over myself. And that got me to thinking about all the things I never learned to do, like how to not spill coffee on myself when I’m wearing white t-shirts. In reality, there are so many things I haven’t learned to do that make me feel unprepared for the world.

I have never learned to open a can with a can opener. For this one I blame my parents for having an electric one in the kitchen for so long. At the grocery store I always try to buy cans that have the pull-tab, because I know that I’m just asking for trouble trying to use a can opener. Could someone be so kind as to show me how?

I have never learned to not tip like a rockstar. Could someone remind me that I’m in college and am not made of money? See exhibits A and B.

I have never learned to walk in heels.  I think I may have touched on this in a past post, along the lines of I’ll never really feel like a woman until I can feel confident wearing heels.  But really, life is to short to cause your feet so much pain.  And there are so many no-heel alternatives out there.  Plus, I am too tall for heels!  I might consider trying to train myself in this arena if I were headed for a career sitting at a desk, but I fear I will be standing up for most of my working life, so heels be darned.

I have never learned to accept my hair the way it is. I’m on my third hair straightener now and have more hair products than you can shake a stick at, which is proof that I am willing to spend any amount of money to not have my hair look the way it was intended. There was one morning, about a year and a half ago, where I woke up and was like “YES!” about my real hair. And I have never been able to get my hair to look like that on it’s own again. Here’s a picture from that morning:

I have never learned to not take jokes too far.  I think it’s the part of me that always wanted to be a stand-up comedienne.  I’ll figure this one out eventually.

I have never learned how to act at concerts.  Maybe this is because I am incredibly white, but like… what do you do at concerts?  I just feel so awkward that standing still seems to be the best strategy.  Someone please tell me this will change now that I’m 21 and can drink at concerts?

1. Lean Cuisines
2. Soup from a can
3. Having time to exercise

Meh, I can live without two of those things.

Yes, this was my way of saying I have a boyfriend.