Listen – I’m busy. Not busy enough to ignore things on my daily checklist for weeks (akhem… blogging), but c’mon – I really have been busy. Summer has ended and even though I probably enjoy Fall the most as far as weather and really like dressing the part, some part of me subconsciously reverts back to pre-teendom, moping around the house (or I should say – around my small, 1 bedroom apartment), cursing the world that Summer is over.
I remember one particular night before School started – when I’d be making the leap from Middle to Upper School (Junior High to High School for you cooler kids). I was positive things would finally change for me… I’d go to parties, I’d be skinnier, I’d wear amazing outfits. Two months into 9th Grade, I began to fear for this dream as I sat alone in my room, eating ice cream… in my uniform. That’s when I realized I’d never be a freshman, I was a ninth grader and for those of you who don’t understand the difference, consider yourself lucky to have had a better experience than I did.
This would lead to lots of tears, total confusion while watching Dawson’s Creek (I spent hours plotting how I could be more like Michelle Williams as Jen Lindley, when my life looked much more like the Grandmother she lived with), and a little later in life – a full out rebellious attempt (I literally couldn’t even pull off the real thing). I moved to California and tried to convince everyone that I was a bad, out of control, nonconformist. The only problem was – I cried all the time, totally misjudged how black and purple hair would suit my fair skin (yes I use fair – pale is just harsh), and had struggled with severe anxiety my whole life. I call my parents every day, I have personal relationships with every doctor, specialist and vet (all which have received panicked voicemails at all hours of the night graphically explaining what normally ends up being a mosquito bite), AND I fold at even the chance at confrontation (I once got into a small, verbal fight at a bar with a girl and then after telling my friends I was going to the bathroom, chased after her down the street and apologized – true and very ridiculous story I’ll save for another time).
SO, in the spirit of embracing the person you so desperately try not to be, but know you always will, I thought it would be useful to come up with a list of things that you should probably just buy now, because if you’re anything like me, you’re losing your mind and forget birthdays/cards/etc all the time. End scene. (P.S. After re-reading this entry, I realize I will probably lose viewers.)
Purchases That Will Save You In A Pinch:
Oops… I Forgot A Birthday
Oops… I Forgot I Need To Bring A Gift To Something I Didn’t Want To Go To In The First Place
Oops… I Forgot A Card
Oops… I Forgot To Be Prepared
Safety Girl Kit Original $21.99