Officially an Adult?

So, I graduated college Saturday and a friend of mine said I was a real adult now, and that got me thinking. I’ve been in school since I was like 5, and I’ll be 24 in a little over two months. I don’t think I know what to do without school.

Now don’t get me wrong, I’m crazy excited about this, and this is a huge accomplishment. But this is a whole new world. When I graduated high school, I already knew what I was doing next. I had my college picked out and had a basic idea of what I wanted to major in. But now I feel like I’ve been thrown into a crazy whirlwind of emotions. I know where I’ll be living and who I’ll be living with, but I have no idea what I’ll be doing for a job. And that’s what scares me. I’ve applied and looked, sure,  but that’s rarely enough. Nothing is going to fall into my lap, and I’m worried that I won’t be able to find a job fast enough, and then I won’t be able to pay rent. I can make a little doing odd jobs, but I’d rather not have to work at a McDonald’s again.

I suppose my biggest fear is being a failure. Everyone assumes the second you get that degree that you’ll start working and make a lot of money, and if you don’t then you’re just not trying hard enough. But sometimes a person can try their hardest and the cards just aren’t stacked in their favor. And that’s ok (That’s both for someone else’s benefit as well as my own. I’m fucking terrified my dudes). So, try not to worry, Reader and me. We got this.

This got real. I was just gonna tell some happy stories to get back into the swing of things, but I’ve been thinking too much. So here’s another picture of my dog.

What is This and Why am I Here?

Holy. Shit.

Ok, I’m gonna be straight with you guys: I forgot this thing existed.

In one of my previous posts, I believe I stated this was for a college class? Maybe? (I won’t go back and check. I’m not going to lie and say I will. You can, if you want. But not me, baby. I live for the now.) But I really do like this this. I feel this is a constructive way to release all of my pent-up rage and depression without, you know, hurting anyone’s feelings. Because I’m kind of a bitch.

Think of this post as my way of saying “Hey. How’s it going?” I graduate college in 3 days (FUCKING SHIT MAN), so I’m hoping I can be more active here. I’ve got plenty of stories I can tell, and I’m pretty much always complaining. Plus I have a dog and he’s a gem. He’s also kind of dumb, but he’s the best good boy I’ve ever seen. Here’s a picture because I’m that kind of person.

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I’m not even going to resize it. HE’S THAT GOOD. HE DESERVES THE OVER-SIZED IMAGE. I always pictured my first pet as a cat, but this boy is too pure. This has quickly devolved into a “LOOK AT MY DOG THIS PURE SWEET GOOD BOY” post. My bad.

I’m off to write a 15+ page essay about the representation of women in video games. If I survive, you can look forward to another post soon.

 

 

Probably me complaining.

Hello College My Old Friend

Aaaaaahhh, college. Some argue that these are the best years of your life, as opposed to high school or, you know, any other day of your life. As a student who has to take out multiple loans and work all the time to even get close to being able to afford living, high school was and is a paradise. Treasure it. Yes, you get a lot more freedom with your schedule in college, but at this point, many people I know move out and their parents either can’t or won’t help them. This is fine. After all, we’re adults. We got this.

What many of us don’t got (intentional bad grammar) is the knowledge we need to be adults. I’m not bashing parents in anyway. According to my mom, she assumed we were being taught things like how to file taxes and balance a checkbook in school, since that’s where she learned it. And perhaps some of you did. In that case, congratulations! You’re a real adult! And I’m jealous.

I can balance a checkbook fine (it’s just basic math and keeping track of purchases), but file for taxes? Apply for loans? Buy a car/house? Try to rent an apartment? All these things seem easy when we’re young, but let me tell you something: This is a fucking nightmare.

I can’t remember the last time I was this stressed. With my classes, I can only work part-time. This means I get minimum wage jobs. I don’t get refund checks anymore. My tuition takes all of the money I get from loans and scholarships. I don’t make enough to survive. And if I do get money back (bless this semester), I still barely have enough to pay the price of living.

I’d work more hours, except I can’t. My design classes require at least 20 hours of work per step per project PER WEEK. I’m in three design classes, each having a minimum of two steps per project each week. Some classes have more than one project at the same time. I need roughly 140 hours a week just for homework. I also need to find time to draw and get my name out there as an illustrator etc. I also need to sleep, factor in class time, and work time. So. let’s do some quick math. There are about 168 hours a week (or 7 x 24). I work about 22 hours a week. Add that to the amount of homework time I need and you get 162. Now, I’m still supposed to get at least 8 hours of sleep a night or my designs aren’t as good and I don’t do good at my job. That’s 56 hours of sleep (8 x 7). Now we’re sitting pretty at 218. I won’t even add in the class time because I’ve already made my point. I don’t have enough time.I have, however, heard of a new job that pays more than minimum wage, and I’d work a little less. I’d get weekends and holidays off, something I don’t get now. And that’d be a plus.

To those of you who are students and do more shit than me and have this on lock, HOW THE FUCK DID YOU DO IT!? And good job my dude! You really do got this! You deserve some recognition and appreciation.

Second Post, Same as the First!

Okay, well, not entirely the same. I’m sure I’ll just start rambling and complaining at some point in here, so it’ll be pretty close. Then again, I’m also feeling pretty feisty today. I’m usually funnier when I’m feisty. Usually.

If you read my previous post, you’ll remember how I was talking about that job interview I had had. Well, since they hadn’t contacted me yet (I have a friend who had worked there and he said it took a week for them to contact him- so I waited a week), I decided to get a hold of them. Look at me, being a responsible adult! I contact the lady who had interviewed me and explained that I’d had an interview last Thursday and hadn’t heard back, and that I’d need an answer soon so I know if I need to look elsewhere for employment or not. Her response: “I’m sorry! We have filled the positions, but it was nice to meet you”. …Now, I wanted to say, “Then why the fuck didn’t you do what you said you would and call me with the yes or no? That’s really unprofessional, and now I’ve lost an entire week’s worth of job searching. Thanks to you, I probably won’t be able to pay my electric bill due next Friday. Hell, I’ll be lucky if I can pay rent in September!” Instead, I thanked her for telling me and apologized for bothering her. Who says I don’t have a filter?

On the subject of people and jobs, I’ve also been screwed out of art jobs. I’ve had some people pretty interested in having me paint canvases and wall murals for them, but when it comes time for me to meet with them and actually start working, they just stop contacting me. And like, I’m not charging all that much, when you think about it. $45 for a painted canvas that’s like 8″x 24″, which includes price of material and work time, and then like $150 for a wall mural that’s like 8′ x 12′ and takes me 16+ hours to complete..That’s really not that bad. Considering paintings of the same size are being sold for like $130 on the Internet. But who am I to complain? I’ve also had commissions open for over a year, with the sheet constantly being updated to show how I’ve grown as an artist, but that’s not going anywhere either.

I guess my whole point of this post is that life really isn’t fair. I’ve always known that, obviously, but apparently Life really likes to fuck with some people. I have it so easy compared to so many others out there too, so Life needs to get with the fuckin’ program and chill out. Like damn son.

Remember Me?

So, I’m a horrible person. I’m pretty sure my last post said I was going to be mass posting, and yet, here we are…With no new posts until the beginning of August. Doing this thing right! Woo hoo!

Basically, I’ve just been frantically searching for a job this summer. Through reasons I won’t get into, I’m actually about $700 poorer than I had initially planned on being this summer, so trying to pay bills and rent is turning out to be near impossible. And it’s not like I’m not looking for work. I am, it’s just that every place I apply, I get an interview and they say they’ll call me with a yes or no, and I never hear from them. I actually have to call them and basically be like, “what to heck?” to get an answer out of them. That’s not something I should have to do. If they say they’ll call me with a yes or no, then they should do it. It just reflects badly on them in my opinion.

I’ve had art commissions open for a while now, but that hasn’t really gone anywhere. It’s not like I’m bad at art, either. I’m actually really proud of how far my art has come. I’ll even put all the sheets in here so you can see all the differences.

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Like, I’m no Michelangelo or Raphael, but I’m not that bad either! I’m not usually one to pat myself on the back and say how good I am, but if you could see some of my old stuff…You know what? I’ll put some of those in, too! Heck it!

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I MEAN, COME ON! I’ve definitely improved! Just…Just look at the comparison. That’s nothing to sneeze at. So, I think really, I just don’t have that wide of a reach, and with my senior year of college starting soon, I don’t know how I’ll be able to broaden said reach.

I don’t even remember what the point of this post was. I just ended up complaining and saying how confused I am. So…pretty much every other post and day of my life.

An Accurate Description of Me

Alright look. It’s been a while. I know that, and I can recognize it. I can appreciate the amount of time it’s been too. But hey. I’ve been legitimately busy. And I’m also extremely lazy and really good at procrastinating.

I don’t remember if I said that in an earlier post, but it’s true. I’ll get so caught up in other things that I’ll let smaller things slip through the cracks. It doesn’t matter how many times I remind myself, or tell myself I won’t let it happen; it still does. And I’ve come to accept it. It’s something that I have to work on, but I’m lazy sooo….

Basically, there’s about to be a spam of posts over the next few days. Like…8 or 9 posts. Hahaha…Ha…ha..*Ahem.* So, while I sort through this mess I call a life, enjoy this very accurate drawing I did of myself. I think you’ll all agree that it describes me perfectly.

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Totally worth it, right?

Soda, Pop, or Coke: Which is Correct?

(I want to apologize in advance: My space bar is acting up.I’ll do my best to proofread and catch the mistakes,but if some slip by me, please don’t be too upset. Please..I beg of you.)

Where I’m from, most people say pop. My family, being from multiple states, switches between soda and pop, so I say both, soda more frequently. But APPARENTLY, there are people who call soda in general coke. And that’s…Just not right.

You see, I’ve had a few run-ins with these particular people while working at my local Dairy Queen. They would come through drive-thru and, when asked what they wanted to drink, they’d say coke.”But why is that such a big deal?” Well…It’s a big deal because they’d want root beer. ROOT BEER IS NOT COKE PEOPLE. When you order a Coke, you’re going to get a Coke. I’m not a mind reader. If you want a root beer, then that’s what you need to order. What you don’t need to do is get shitty with me because I gave you a Coke since that’s what you said. And if you ask to speak to my manager and tell them you ordered a Coke and that’s what I gave you, they’ll look at you like you’re insane. Especially if they’re wearing the second headset and they heard you order. Because then,technically, there’s nothing wrong with your order, since you were given what you asked for, regardless of whether it’s what you meant or not. You need to say what you mean because, as I said, I’m not a mind reader, and I don’t think anyone else is either.

I have a neighbor who calls soda Coke. He was talking to my roommate once and when she said soda, he corrected her, saying “It’s Coke.” ..She was drinking a Dr. Pepper. THAT’S NOT COKE GOOD SIR. Neither one of us can understand it. I guess I should just start calling all animals cats, if that’s the logic here.

I don’t care if you say soda or pop, and, I guess, calling it all Coke isn’t the end of the world if you’re not an ass when you’re given the wrong drink. Unless you actually wanted a Coke. Then…Congratulations. You got a Coke.

Taking The High Road (Or How Courtney and I Almost Wrecked)

That’s quite the title isn’t it? Thank you! I worked so hard on it! Oh, you don’t like it? That’s fine. You can have your opinion. It’s wrong, but you can have it. (I’m just kidding please don’t leave).

Let me first say that we didn’t take the high road in the usual sense. Instead, we were literally driving on a high road. There’s a road in our apartment complex that sits on a hill, thus making parts of it higher than others. See what I did there? Ugh I’m so clever sometimes. I just can’t help it. Anyway, back to my story. We were heading back towards our apartment and, as she should, Courtney slowed down to check for any oncoming cars. WELL OUR NEW FRIEND DIDN’T OKAY?! Oh no. He comes flying around the corner, going well over the posted speed limit for that road. The roads around our complex are a little weird, so feel free to stare at the diagram below as you read. I don’t know how you’ll stare at it and read at the same time, but y’all are talented. I believe in you.

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The red arrows indicate the road(s) that are one-way, and the star is where this accident almost took place. So, this dude – we’ll call him Kevin- is just driving like a bat out of Hell. I don’t know Kevin’s life, so I am not here to pass judgement. I’m just here to pass some knowledge. Kevin, sweet, sweet Kevin, if you’re turning a corner and you can’t see the road clearly enough to search for oncoming traffic, SLOW THE F*CK DOWN. JEEZE MAN. You could have caused a serious accident! Just because the road you’re on is a one-way, that doesn’t mean the one you’re turning onto is! YOU’VE BEEN LIVING HERE MAN. YOU SHOULD KNOW! You had to have been going at least 25-30 mph. Like, come on dude. And if you can’t be bothered to slow down, at least turn onto the correct side of the street.

You have to give Courtney and myself credit though. As this was happening, neither one of us screamed or squealed or did any stereotypical girl things. Instead, Courtney pressed on  her brakes more and said, “Oh, shit” as I silently pointed to Kevin’s blue car. There were maybe 3 inches in between the two cars. We had a 5 second stare-down before both cars began to back up. Being the gentleman he is, Kevin let us pass by before attempting to continue his journey. The entire conversation between Courtney and myself pretty much boiled down to: “If he had hit us, it would have been his fault and I would have been SO SALTY.” – Courtney

And honestly, it would have been his fault. There aren’t any signs or anything, but anyone with any kind of driving knowledge or prowess knows to turn onto the correct side of the street, slow down, and ALWAYS LOOK FOR ONCOMING TRAFFIC. YOU HEARING THIS KEVIN? HUH!?

Valentine’s Day: Don’t be an Ass Today

Ok, so, this didn’t actually happen on Valentine’s Day,but I was out celebrating it yesterday and I just..When this happened, it was an immediate “This is what my blog will be about this week.”

Last night, my boyfriend took me out to dinner. We went to this really good restaurant that I absolutely adore. Seriously, the food is really good. As we’re waiting to be seated, there’s this family sitting on the bench across from us. There was one member of the family I just straight up didn’t like. There was no reason behind it either. Maybe it was just his face or the way he talked, but he opened his mouth and I was just like “lul nope.” One of the kids was annoying too, but that comes in later. These people just…They rubbed me the wrong way. I did my best to ignore them. After all, I was probably glaring at them without even realizing it.

Roger (my boyfriend) and I were seated after a fairly short wait. We ordered our drinks and appetizers and were just enjoying each other’s company when I heard a familiar voice. I didn’t want it to be true, but lo and behold, that same family was seated at the booth I was facing. So, now I was forced to look at some of them. But, oh well, right? They’re just there to enjoy family and good food, and I had no right to dislike them. They had done nothing wrong. EXCEPT THEY DID.

The annoying kid from earlier immediately starts smacking and pulling on the blinds while every other family member just lets him. The kid has to be like 5 or 6. I’d say 4 at the absolute youngest. The point being, he was old enough to know how to behave. And, if there was a reason he didn’t, then his parents should have calmed him down a bit. I get that he legitimately may have had some reason behind acting like this, so I wasn’t even angry at the kid. A little annoyed, yes, but definitely not angry. It was the parents I was a little peeved at. But, I chalked this up to “Let the kid be a kid,” and moved on. No. It was the grandpa of the family that really got me. Their waiter showed up and began to introduce himself, as they are supposed to do. Grandpa decides to just…Guffaw in the poor kid’s face. Immediately, the kid is like, “Great. I get THIS table. Fantastic.” I felt bad for him. Like..The deadpan look on his face just got to me.

We got our drinks and appetizers as the other family is ordering. Now, anyone with any sort of sense knows that, if a table has been seated before you and they already have their appetizers as you are ordering yours, chances are you’re not going to get your food at the same time as them. Apparently, this particular table, namely the grandpa, lacks sense. Shortly after that table had ordered, they received their appetizers. Pretty good service, considering how busy the restaurant was. Everything was going great. Roger and I were enjoying delicious cheese fries for about 10 minutes before we were given our meals. At this point, it had been approximately 15-20 minutes after The Table had ordered. Their waiter- we’ll call him Craig – came back to refill drinks and take away empty plates. Grandpa looked over the booth and saw that we already had our food. Apparently, this wasn’t acceptable. He then loudly proclaims “Where’s our food?!” This wasn’t a genuine question, like he was concerned because they’d been waiting long or because there were kids at the table. Oh no. He said this because Roger and I had our food already. It’s almost like we’d been seated before them! Isn’t that crazy? Craig then had to explain that the kitchen has to plate the food and put it on a tray before the servers can touch it, so he was waiting on that and then the food would be out. Grandpa then continued to talk in a tone of voice that suggested Craig should feel honored to be waiting on them and that Craig needed to thank him, since Grandpa had so kindly blessed Craig with his presence. When The Table was given food, I could hear the family complaining that we had gotten our food first when “those kids had only been here 10 minutes before us, and it’s just them. We have small kids with us!” After we left, Roger and I got to talking and we both realized that the family probably didn’t even give Craig a good tip, if they tipped at all.

In case you’re that family, and you happen to read this, THE WORLD DOES NOT OWE YOU ANYTHING. You are NOT entitled to your food before anyone else simply because you have small children. If a table is seated before you, unless there’s a mistake with their order, they will get their food first. Instead of being pretentious, be happy you can afford to go out.

Happy Valentine’s Day, and quite being an ass or my foot is going up yours. (Was that too far? Probably. Am I erasing it? Heck no! I LIVE LIFE ON THE EDGE!)

Super Bowl vs. Kitten Bowl: The Real Battle

Before I begin, I have some great news: MY TABLET PEN HAS RETURNED TO ME! I was only without it for a week, but that week seemed to drag on forever. I may or may not have held the pen lovingly against my face as a choir of angels sang sweet tunes. I’m not exaggerating. It was that blissful.

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That being said, it’s Super Bowl Sunday. Otherwise known as: I’m not watching dudes throw a ball because the kitTEN BOWL IS TODAY AND THAT’S THE REAL DEAL. Yeah, sure. The dudes are wearing tight pants. Great. Woo hoo. But…HAVE YOU SEEN HOW CUTE CATS ARE BECAUSE I THINK THAT’S A LITTLE MORE IMPORTANT. They’re always so fuzzy and they perform the halftime show at the Puppy Bowl. They’re so multi-talented. Anyone can throw the ol’ pigskin around. But not anyone can be a cat. You see where I’m going here? Huh? Huuuuh? Yeah you do.

Now, a SouperBowl Sunday is more my speed. But there is now way I’m doing any kind of traveling on this day. Oh no. I should have prepared..Bought some bread bowls and an assortment of soups so I have some delicious foods to watch while I stare at cats being adorable and my boyfriend silently judges me from hours away. My roommate would join me though. She accepts me. And also because cats. If people didn’t know better, they’d assume I’m a crazy cat lady. Maybe I will be, someday. Who knows? I can’t see into the future. That’d be really cool though. On a related tangent, I was supposed to make a prediction about the world in the next 100 years. I decided that cats would take over the world. Mostly because I thought it’d be hilarious to translate and read. Spoiler: I was right. The class got a kick out of it, including the teacher. For anyone who’s interested, here’s the romanization: 100(hyaku) nengo, neko ga sekai wo shihaishite iru deshou. I don’t know exactly where I was going with that. I was actually planning to write about the Super Bowl. I think I saw a hashtag on Twitter about the Kitten Bowl or something.

When it comes to sports, I know enough that I can have a favorite team and not appear to just be jumping on the bandwagon, which is awesome. However, it’s super easy for me to get confused and/or lost when watching the game. Mostly because I’m just trying to understand why certain players where given penalties. I have to give everyone I watch sports with credit; they’re always willing to help me understand. Bless them. Football-wise, I have 3 teams I like, though I stay proud of and true to my favorite, my number 1. I’m not entirely sure I want to share the three teams with you. It’d be more fun to leave you guessing…Leave you wondering and questioning your sanity. That actually sounds a bit narcissistic. Like…I doubt my football team choices really affect anyone. I will say that none of my teams are in the Super Bowl this year, so that knocks out the Panthers and Broncos. Though, panthers are a type of cat, so you’d think they’d be my favorite. I’m not that shallow though. I have some standards.

I totally think, in real life, that a panther could take down a horse. Just saying.