You're Never Fully Dressed...

Day one of the impromptu Germany Christmas excursion is underway. But it's much more than underway. Day one is almost gone. And I'm still sitting on my bed.

A day of traveling, one plane FULL of babies whose first experiences of flying are uncontrollable anger at the changing air pressure, and a cancelled train connection. It is a small wonder I slept for 13 hours before being prodded out of bed to shower because the scent of my socks is obscenely wafting through the room. It's been a slow start.

We're heading out today to re-accquiant ourselves with Tuebingen, the college town that I studied abroad at. It's really only been a year since I last visited during my internship and nothing here has really changed at all. I have though, I can feel that. There was a great debate over the effects that being abroad had on us all before we left. Who matured, the insides of becoming independent, world-travelled, the nuances between cultured and snooty. (Which I may be well slipping toward...)

Before I flew out of Detroit I had this overwhelming anxiety attack about my appearance. I scurried to the nearest Old Navy and dropped $211.04 on a wardrobe. Having now written out by behavior of the last few weeks, it seems like I'm slipping into this weird quarter-life crisis.

Maybe a three-week stay in Germany during the holidays is exactly what I need. Maybe that's what every 45 year old male says about his new cherry-red Mustang convertible.


...

Howdy, Neighbor!

Going to work at 7:30am, my neighbor found me walking down the stairs in my dirtiest, heaviest work clothes and my trè chic polka-dot lunch box carrying my keys, a hardcover copy of the bestselling novel Harry Potter and the Order of the Pheonix, a Ramen noodle chicken-flavor pouch, and a cheese grater. 


How do you segway around that?

Coming home from work, he saw me get out of my car with a fern. 

Witching Hour

As a person of the younger variety, stereotypically, I should have enjoyed Halloween in my most revealing version of a cat/witch/devil costume I could muster.

Milkshake bringin' all the boys to the yard and whatnot.

Seriously, because someone needs to explain this one to me, too.

Alas, Halloween found me, not haunting up a local bar flirting my way through all the free cocktails I could stand, but at someone's home, where people were gathering before heading to said bar.

I did not partake in the second portion of that plan.

In fact, one of the party-goers to be said that I looked like I wanted to murder everyone there for keeping me from my bed.              ...He wasn't entirely off. They did have a big bag full of candy, so I gorged myself out of pity and sleep loss. And my first draw was a starburst pack filled with ALL reds.

The night wasn't a complete bust.

I regret Everything.

I did something terribly stupid last night. Oh, why, oh, why did I think it would be a good idea? So much remorse. So much guilt.


Owing to the fact that it was 1:30am and I had finally gotten some cash money into my pocket, the decision to get fast food after a full day of work AND babysitting didn't appear so wretched. I hadn't had a full meal yesterday and there it was. Neon lights a'twinkling.

 So of course I curbed the temptation and just went home to sleep. HA. Nope, I had forty dollars in my pocket and had just listened to a baby scream for no less than four hours. I went through the drive-through and got two cheeseburgers and a milkshame.*

(*NOTE: I actually typed out 'milkshame' instead of 'milkshake' and I'm going to keep it. Some mistakes have great meaning.)

Owing now to the worst decision of the night, my stomach is trying to attack my intestines and while they are putting up a good fight, I think I might die. TMI. I know, I know, "tell more information." It's been so frighteningly horrid that my legs have begun to tingle from my shins down whenever I go to the bathroom.

...Someone call an ambulance while I do p90x and sob uncontrollably.

 I am calling off all junk food in the near future. I've got my sisters wedding (!) to get ready for and some other nice happenings that I would prefer not to wear a moo-moo to attend. Plus, I don't know how drunk-late-nighters do it, but--never again.

(Rita, don't you just love that your wedding gets announced on my blog in the same breath as my digestive problems? Love you, sister.)

So segwaying from the most American-esque story I know to the announcement I intended. I am still currently living in Kalamazoo. I was without internet for around a month, and when I did get it installed, it just so happens that I still have a full-time job that I work six-days a week. Not much time for blogging. Yet, time to save some money for...wait for it....a trip to Germany around Christmas!

I will again try to update more often. But no guarentees. This is a read-at-your-own-risk-type deal.


Here we go again. Welcome back, internet.

Dragging along

It's like I'm stringing this blog along. It's a good friend that wants to be more than friends, but honestly I don't have the time for it, and really I just like the attention that I get from the other blogs when I write on this blog and oh, my lord, my writing life has turned into that of a sorority girl...

This can accurately describe my feelings toward this blog right now.

Working full time will do that to you. It's an odd situation of mine because I haven't fully moved to my new home and residence and weekly I'm commuting to and fro--draining me of any time or excess money. This, thankfully is my last week.
Then I'll be full time on just ONE job.  For the first time in a long time.
 I'll be a construction worker, in the shortest sense of the meaning. The longer version is that I work on a crew retrofitting houses to be more energy efficient through BPI-approved techniques.

That sounds so much more...adult.

But then my boss will ask me "What are your goals" and, like a sad sad reminder slapped in my face, I realize this is not the end-goal for me and I still need to figure out my life.

I'm not eloquent. Fortunately this man is. And for that reason I leave you with his thoughts translating my babbling.

"One of the traps of adolescence is the sort of paranoid resentment that somehow you’re never going to match up, and that everybody else’s life is going to be better and finer and fuller, and everyone else attended some secret lesson in which how to live was taught, and you had a dental appointment that day or you were somehow not invited."
 

- Stephen Fry