Repeat after me: I am an adult.

Hello humans. (I’m not sure why I keep using this greeting….maybe it means i’m quirky?)

Probably not.

So anyways humans, I have dubbed this weekend, “Celeste gets her shit together weekend”.

Why, you ask?

Well, one because I’m a hot mess. And two, I am flying solo this weekend and I have decided to make the best of it. I really think I’m a contradiction of human emotion. I love being alone, BUT as long as I know that people I love are nearby. When I’m actually alone, I often feel panicked and stupid. I feel like that because I am alone, I am pathetic and so on. 

But not this weekend, friends. No, I looked myself in the eye and said, “it’s time to be an adult, girl. You need to learn how to function as an adult and a human being”. Of course I soon realized I was actually talking to myself, and then I just felt strange. My head is a strange place to reside. But this is what I’ve come to the conclusion of: college does absolutely no good in preparing people to be adults and function alone.

Because, in college you are NEVER alone! You are constantly surrounded by roommates (because no one can afford to live alone) and classmates and so on. We thrive on the constant together-ness. So, when we are cruelly thrust into adult life (I’m not quite over that yet) its like we revert back to toddlers who need constant attention. 

But not this weekend! No, i have grabbed this weekend by the balls and become a productive polly.

This is my list of productivity thus far:

1. packed my old apartment to be moved into storage

2. bribed people into helping me move the shit into storage

3. hung pictures in my new room (and i only hammered my thumb THREE times!)

4. Took off the doors of my closet and replaced them with curtains. 

Note: this was truly hysterical for the dog to watch i’m sure. My short and stout body wobbling on my desk chair while i attempted to screw in the curtain rack. Took about 45 minutes of swearing and a bottle of wine before that bastard was screwed into the wall. BUT IT IS NOW, AND THAT’S WHAT COUNTS RIGHT? As you can tell, I’m pretty much useless when it comes to home improvement. I’m one of those people that starts those god-forsaken pinterest projects and ends up drunk and angry. 

5. Found out that i have a JOB INTERVIEW tomorrow!! woooooooooo! Now if I can manage to get all my shit into storage and then put myself together enough to look like an acceptable human being and then talk about how awesome i am, that will be miraculous  I’m sure I will be writing about that experience in another post. 

6. Got myself an extra babysitting job to make some extra cash (because we all need that). I also feel like I’m on an episode of cribs because this house is HUGE. I’m currently immersing myself in the cable tv and exploring this mansion. 

Anyways, that’s all I’ve got for now. Hopefully my ramblings aren’t too boring, and you’ll continue to read about what goes on in my boring life. 

Later, alligator. 

God, I’ve got to fix this. 

-Celeste

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It’s all fun and games until somebody graduates.

Hello fellow humans. 

However you came upon this gem of a blog (note the sarcasm) I’m certainly glad you are here. No, don’t close the page!! Just listen and maybe you’ll have a little bit of interest in what I have to say.

As you can probably tell, I’m using the word maybe pretty leniently…

Anyways, this is a blog about what happens after the four (or five or seven?) supposedly  greatest years of your life. I can tell you about this because well this is where I am. A graduate fresh out of college! With a piece of paper that says I am well educated and prepared for the world, but in reality…maybe not so much. Ever since my freshman year of college, I dreamed about walking across that stage and getting my diploma. And I did! (woo!). But the problem is, I didn’t quite plan for what would happen after that moment. Am i the only one that does that? You get so unbelievably excited for a major event that its all you can imagine, and then BAM! It happens and you just sit there in shock. The irony in all of this is that senior year i bitched, moaned, and checked off the days like any other senior ’till graduation. I can remember boldly telling my parents, “I am SO done with school”. 

Well, how the tides have changed. 

(begging on knees to college, take me back please!)

The problem with college is that you think it will last forever. And sometimes it feels like it does. But in reality, it flies by. And either I missed this memo, but they also don’t give you a warning senior year that says, “HEY GET IT TOGETHER! WE’RE ABOUT TO CATAPULT YOU INTO THE REAL WORLD. XOXOXOX COLLEGE”. Damn you, crappy college email, I never got that one. 

So I’m sure you are now just itching to know what I am doing with myself now that I have a big girl degree.

Well ladies and gents, I’m a………..nanny. 

I know, I know. But hey, it’s a job and gives me the summer to figure out what the hell to do with myself. So on top of my general panic attacks about getting myself together, there will also be a plethora of nanny stories. But this is my journey, and you’re welcome to follow along if you’d like. If you happen to be a terrified post grad like myself, then by all means follow along. If you have your life together…..then keep that to yourself please. 

Anyways..I hope you’ll follow my neurotic life trek and hopefully this process of documenting my internal turmoils will help me figure out what exactly i’m supposed to be.

That’s all i’ve got and i don’t know how to end this. bye?

No…I’ll work on that.

-Celeste

btw, if you’d like to see what I was up to before I got thrown into adult land, you can check out my other blog : theworldabroad.blogspot.com