Done. And Done.

There is something rather inspiring and self satisfying when you figure something out and/or fix something all by yourself. Don't you agree? 

 The water pressure in my shower is terrible. I have a thick and, at times, unruly mane so having water that trickles through my hair is not going to work. Nope. Negative. Not having it. I had a conversation with my brother a few weeks ago about how to fix the water pressure problem by altering the shower head because companies apparently insert a little obnoxious piece that is meant to save water but as an annoying side effect, weakens the water pressure. So really what you're telling me is that in your attempt to save water, I have to stand in the shower longer getting more and more frustrated that I can't get the stupid product out of my hair because it takes longer for the water to penetrate through my hair? 

*Unamused look* Uh huh. That's what I thought.

Now I wasn't sure exactly how to go about removing this obnoxious piece so I called my brother and we agreed to phone conference today to walk me through fixing this dismal problem. We played phone tag and while I waited to hear back from him I decided to take matters into my own hands. 

7 minutes later....

Voila! I figured it out myself! *Fist pump* Oh yeah! Oh yeah! Wahoo! Oh yeah! Beaming like a proud 4-year old who just figured out how to fit the square block into the square hole, not the triangle hole, I excitedly texted my brother. I'm still waiting for his enthusiastic and proud response, but I, for one, am giddily delighted. Small victories are ever-so empowering.  

Once again I stand by the notion that my theme song at this stage in my life is "Miss Independent" by Ne-Yo. Cue the band, sing it son! 

C'est Samedi

It's a wee bit nippy out so when I woke up I decided a mug of the Ghiradelli Hazel hot chocolate and a toasted English muffin with peanut butter and a banana sounded yummy for breakfast. That is until half way through my English muffin I again realized how much I dislike crunchy peanut butter. I don't know if it's the wacko organic brand (my mom brought and left for me to finish) or something else but I am not a fan of chunky peanut butter. I was so turned off that I threw the rest of the muffin away and sipped on hot chocolate. My stomach was not happy. Lesson learned-stick to creamy.

I spent my morning going over my budget and to be honest, I like budgeting. It's kind of fun. I know, I'm a nut case but I do think it fun. I might not think this same way when I find an oh-so-cute-perfect-I-have-to-have-them pair of shoes that I really, really, really want or when I want to take a spontaneous vacation to Paris or San Diego or San Fran. But hey, that's life right? I like it. 

Next I decided it would be a good idea smart to see what I need to do to get a SC driver's license and to register my car. 


THREE FREAKIN' HOURS LATER.....

I found, downloaded, and filled out (mostly) all the necessary forms...I think. I pondered and fretted over the question, "Are you a resident of this state?" for about 30 minutes. Well, how do you define "resident" exactly? I know for school/tuition purposes you usually have to live in the state for 12 months, in which case no but I fully intend to live here for at least that long. My permanent residence is now *gulp* here so that makes me a resident...right? Well I figured it all out. Boy oh boy I am not excited. I hope my experiences with the DMV and registration office here are much better than at home. Going to the town hall to register my car at home was a ridiculous experience. The women who run it are (mother and daughter) still stuck in the 1970s, meaning they still do things by hand and typewriter so one usually plans to be waiting anywhere from 1-4 hours depending on day of the week and time of the month. And you had better be prepared are they will, literally, bark at you. It's frightening. I've seen even the most self-assured, egotistical, confident of men bow to these women like a reed in the wind. I hope it's not like that here. One can hope. On the bright side--well that depends on how good/awful my picture is--I only have to renew my license every 10 years and my car every 2. Cool. Now to figure out when I'll be able to get all of this stuff done since you know their hours are conveniently the same as my working hours. 

For the love. I'm exhausted.

NFL Saturday, here I come. Let's go Pats! 

sunday scribblings: adult

What are your thoughts on adulthood? What do you want to be when you grow up? Are you scared of being an adult? Have you been forced to be the adult in a relationship? Do you have an adult child who won't grow up? Are you glad to finally be an adult? What do you think?

It's quite ironic that this is the question/topic since I've been doing a lot of thinking about this whole growing up thing for a bit.

I'm actually really looking forward to being an "adult" as I begin my final year of college. Now, my definition of being an adult may vary from the definition of others. I can't wait to be financially independent, done with school, in my own apartment.
I can't wait for the day when I purchase my own car; when I can buy things for a real apartment and home someday instead of for a college apartment (and therefore cheap, mostly).
I can't wait to pay my own bills. No seriously. I know that's completely weird but I can't wait. I mean bills that are not school related.
I can't wait to buy my first real suit, go to my first real interview.
I can't wait to be married and to have my own family and alllllll the stuff that comes with that.

I can't wait to grow up! I can't wait!