So....what now?

My boyfriend is always ever so well dressed.

He’s tall, lean, built, has a very fitting well groomed beard, and tortishell rimmed Ray Bans. He started following a men’s fashion blog to find about new things to wear, and this morning I opened my lap top to the French Connection homepage.

http://usa.frenchconnection.com/category/man/man.htm

Tom Hanks sorta looks like him when he has his winter beard.

Either way, Scott’s style is fly. And mine is not. It’s rare there is a day I don’t wear jeans and a tee shirt, or sweat pants and a tee shirt, or yoga pants and sweat shirt. It’s what I feel cozy in.

Oh well, he makes me look good I guess.

What a dreary day. Perfect for studying for the GREs, right? Or saying I’m going to study for them but actually just read other books, watch The Price is Right, drink coffee and sit around. I love being lazy sometimes.

Yesterday was GORGEOUS. I rode my cute new bike down to the library, got comfy by the window with my laptop, and applied for 30+ jobs. Certainly qualified for them, but who knows if they’ll even call me back. Now we play the waiting game.

AND I cooked a delicious dish of eggplant parm, all by myself for Scott and I. I could not believe it actually came out well AND I didn’t burn the house down. Totally surprised myself.

I called out of my baby shift of 5-9 because tonight I have orientation for volunteering at the SPCA. VERY excited to start lending a hand there and taking care of animals. I guess it’s something I should have signed up for about a year ago, but hey, better late then never. Can’t wait!

On Friday, I turned 23! And while I knew the birthday was approaching, I had no desire to celebrate. What have I done this year? Besides, I SUCK at planning these things in advance. I constantly wait until the last minute and ruin everything by rushing half assed to get it done in time.

But I remembered my 21st. Ooohhhh turning 21 was everything I ever dreamed of. Literally a month long, non-stop party for everyone involved in my life. I did everything I wanted to do, I drank everything I wanted to drink, I went to concerts, I skipped classes and got A’s, I went to Vegas, I didn’t pay for anything. Life was grand.

So by default, turning 22 HAD to suck, right? Let us remember back to the infamous date of April 9th, 2009, which was spent hurling up all 18 gin & ginger ales from the night before, and in between spats of barf-ness, calling the Tropicana and canceling my hotel reservation. What a bust of a weekend.

I mean, I know turning 23 is not really a big deal, but I needed to make up for my major lack of bday fun from the year before. I can’t go TWO YEARS without celebrating for real. I take pride in celebrating my birthday.

A handful of fantastic friends came out to karaoke at my favorite bar, then danced their way into Old City to party some more. My darling boyfriend put my new bike together, and finagled a way to get me tickets to the sold out Wilco show at the Electric Factory.

But…now what. I’m 23. Still no real job, still waitressin’, still hanging out doin’ nothing. I take the GREs next month and I DON’T want to go back to school. But I have nothing else going on. Hopefully, things work themselves out.