Friday, July 4, 2008

Update!

Days on which no new blog posts pop up in Google Reader are very sad days indeed. I realized how much I enjoy getting updates, because with most of you it is my main means of communication. Then I realized that I should probably update more myself, because (far be it from me to presume, but) maybe other people enjoy reading my blog as much as I enjoy reading theirs.

Today's topic is how terrible it is to be an almost-grown-up.

- Parents want to tag along to friends' weddings so they can meet your new employer/landlord.
- You do not have your own house/apartment nor do you really have a place in your parent's house (nor do you really want a place in your parent's house).
- Your schedule and goals do not always line up with your family's, and yet you are still a part of your family.
- You do not have a real job and have to keep really crazy hours and hang out with drug addicts and drama-enamoured teenagers in order to make money to pay for your continued education.
- There is constant tension between what you think your parents want you to do and what you think you want to do and what you really want to do.
- You have a feeling that you are acting very immaturely to be complaining about parents and your rather fortunate situation, but you can't help the frustrated feelings sometimes.

6 comments:

Anna said...

(I don't see anything about sugar in that list.)

Alas, the trials of almost-adulthood. Why would your parents care about your landlord?!? A landlord is a landlord, that's all. Such an odd wish, to meet their daughter's landlord. Do they think they're going to come up in the middle of the night and perform voodoo on your body or something?

Katie said...

I have no idea except that they still want to be a part of my life. I want them to, too - just not in that way.

Anna said...

Can you send me the Brazen Mennonite's email address so I can invite her to my blog? I keep reading hers and am starting to feel like a stalker. Also Kara's email address...

...and it's sad that I'm not signig in to email to tell you this...

jessica said...

Well put. I don't start work until October, so I'm living with my parents until then. It's good, but I still feel a little constrained now and then...and no summer job to break up the monotony.

Good luck with the sugar free month. I'm sure you'll fare better than when I did sugar-free finals with Angy. You're so sweet, you don't need sugar.

Emily J said...

Um, actually, I don't think I'm invited! I don't know when/where it is or anything, and I never got an invitation, so . . . yeah.

Anna said...

UPDATE ALREADY!

Friday, July 4, 2008

Update!

Days on which no new blog posts pop up in Google Reader are very sad days indeed. I realized how much I enjoy getting updates, because with most of you it is my main means of communication. Then I realized that I should probably update more myself, because (far be it from me to presume, but) maybe other people enjoy reading my blog as much as I enjoy reading theirs.

Today's topic is how terrible it is to be an almost-grown-up.

- Parents want to tag along to friends' weddings so they can meet your new employer/landlord.
- You do not have your own house/apartment nor do you really have a place in your parent's house (nor do you really want a place in your parent's house).
- Your schedule and goals do not always line up with your family's, and yet you are still a part of your family.
- You do not have a real job and have to keep really crazy hours and hang out with drug addicts and drama-enamoured teenagers in order to make money to pay for your continued education.
- There is constant tension between what you think your parents want you to do and what you think you want to do and what you really want to do.
- You have a feeling that you are acting very immaturely to be complaining about parents and your rather fortunate situation, but you can't help the frustrated feelings sometimes.

6 comments:

Anna said...

(I don't see anything about sugar in that list.)

Alas, the trials of almost-adulthood. Why would your parents care about your landlord?!? A landlord is a landlord, that's all. Such an odd wish, to meet their daughter's landlord. Do they think they're going to come up in the middle of the night and perform voodoo on your body or something?

Katie said...

I have no idea except that they still want to be a part of my life. I want them to, too - just not in that way.

Anna said...

Can you send me the Brazen Mennonite's email address so I can invite her to my blog? I keep reading hers and am starting to feel like a stalker. Also Kara's email address...

...and it's sad that I'm not signig in to email to tell you this...

jessica said...

Well put. I don't start work until October, so I'm living with my parents until then. It's good, but I still feel a little constrained now and then...and no summer job to break up the monotony.

Good luck with the sugar free month. I'm sure you'll fare better than when I did sugar-free finals with Angy. You're so sweet, you don't need sugar.

Emily J said...

Um, actually, I don't think I'm invited! I don't know when/where it is or anything, and I never got an invitation, so . . . yeah.

Anna said...

UPDATE ALREADY!