I just want to whine about some things for a second.
First of all, so far, summer isn’t grand. Summer isn’t majestic. Summer isn’t that much of a bummer, though. Summer just is good. Its taken me a solid month to get myself to write, even though I promised myself that the day I got back from school I would start writing faster and more uncontrollably than a [Insert a stereotype, a euphemism, a some sort of reference to something relevant in society]. Here’s one reason I don’t write that much anymore. This summer I decided to do something astronomical. Something so incredibly out of character for me, that sometimes I have to stop myself in my tracks and remind myself of this great success in my life.
I decided to get a job.
That’s right, a job. A real, paying, had-to-get-a-drug-test-for job. A job that occurs consistently throughout the week; A job that actually pays money through the banking system; A job that isn’t mowing my terrifying neighbor’s lawn in exchange for free piano lessons at which she coughs on me, and yells at me to sit up straight, almost simultaneously.
My job is great. It involves working with people I like, getting to do something different everyday, and chatting with old people sometimes. It’s kind of a dream.
With the responsibility of a job, though, comes the reality that I actually can’t always say, “Girlfrand, I can hang out whenever cause I’m not doing ANYTHING this summer.” I’ve been saying “I may need to check my schedule” for years when people asked me to partake in various future activities, even though I didn’t have a physical schedule to check. I just said that because I’d been prone to committing to things that in the end I couldn’t participate in or, when it came down to, didn’t want to participate in. Also, saying “I’ll check my schedule” sounds way more sophisticated than, “I’ll ask my mom what’s on the sched for the month”.
But now when someone asks if I want to do something within the future, I have to actually, physically pull out my folded up schedule from my backpack (thank God its on a piece of paper, because if it was online, I would totally lose it), read my schedule, and actually plan months in advance for the activities of my life. It’s like being an adult, but I’m really only 75% adult, give or take.
To get to my point, I have obviously come to the conclusion that this summer is about working, making money, trying to be slightly more like an adult, and playing Jolene on the ukulele 134,543,546 times in order to say I’m “learning” ukulele.
At first this actuality was very depressing for me. Mostly because, have I mentioned I’m horribly unrealistic? But honestly, this being a boring adult for the summer is good for me. Because if I can stand being a boring adult in order to make money that will surely lead to me spending next summer, or the summer after, abroad, then it has to be worth it. It has to. IT HAS TO!!!!!!!!!!!!!
But here is one bad part that is coming of this more sensible and responsible path of life. After working the long periods of time, of up to three to seven hours (revert back to me saying 75% adult), I’ll come home and not feel like doing anything. All I want to do is watch television. Lately, in the midst of enjoying the comeback of Arrested Development, I’ve been re-watching… for the millionth time… you guessed it… 30 Rock.
I can’t help it. That show is like home to me. I laugh at it over and over again; the idea that lazy, ugly people can be successful comedy writers inspires me. That show just “gets me” and I return the favor by finding the weirdness of it so familiar and comforting.
Here is the only slightly good, slightly bad part: Liz Lemon’s character brings out the old, sarcastic, mean, hairy, “saying yes to staying in more”, meatball sub eating, eastern European bitch I really am. I find myself always making up excuses for staying at home and going to bed early. Some nights, nothing sounds better than watching several Netflix episodes of said television shows, or a classic musical if I’m feeling a little more gay. I’ve even signed up for a morning (6:00am) yoga class in order to be a “better Eliza”, and have already deemed that a terrible decision.
|My own personal LL screen shot that seems to summarize my life right now.|
I’ve even found myself saying “I think I’ll go to bed now I’ve got work in the morning,” after which I immediately think of this.
BUT the good news is, I’m making money and working hard, so I can always #yolo* next summer right?
Yeah whatever. Here’s to the summer of Eliza, the old lady! Or in that case I should say, Elza, which is my old gyspy-lady name.
*#yolo-ing is something that I have found to be very expensive.