So...it's been a while. I've been a bit busy moving and stuff.
I officially moved into my new apartment on Saturday, after driving through both Dallas and Houston with a cat that was so scared he had peed himself and wouldn't stop meowing.
I was pretty proud of myself for driving through Houston by the way. I knew exactly what to look for: losers cutting me off every two seconds.
Saturday and Sunday were CRAZY and non-stop, but we managed to acquire the furniture I had pre-ordered and buy a mattress, then assemble everything. Over the past few days, I've unpacked and decorated the apartment, gone to Walmart four times and Target three times, bought Internet (after spending an hour on the phone with my dad trying to get it to work and naming my Wifi The TARDIS) and Renter's Insurance, purchased a 5-piece dining set from Amazon, and (obviously) spent much more money than I care to think about.
I haven't managed to have a day so far where I haven't gone to the store and made a major purchase (whether at the store or elsewhere). Today's major purchase was a Schwinn bicycle, the last thing on my "big kid purchase" list, so that I can ride to the beach for the 4th of July tomorrow.
With all of the tourists around, it will likely look like this:
The goal for tomorrow is to not spend money. We'll see how this goes.
The apartment is almost done, I'm just waiting on my dining set. Once that comes in and I have assembled it (I am so over my head with the handyman crap), I will post pictures!
This post is just an update, but I should be posting something tomorrow. I'm definitely having an interesting experience adjusting to both Galveston and adult life, so there is much to talk about.
So last night at like 1a.m. I started tweeting with the hastags #waystoknowyourealone and #postgradlife as kind of a joke about what my life has become since I graduated and moved home. That is: lonely and kind of sad.
So here's a blog version of the list of reasons why my current post-grad life makes me depressed (BuzzFeed style):
1. My biggest love interest at the moment is a British YouTuber whom I will likely never meet, befriend, or date. Which is cool with me, I just like to look at him and hear him talk.
2. Doctor Who is currently my best friend.
3. I think about Sherlock so often that I physically need Season 3.
4. I spend much of my spare time quoting Lord of the Rings with my sister.
5. My monthly Tumblr post number since I graduated (May and June):
6. I'm not sure how much time I've spent on YouTube, but I'm afraid to find out. (Fact: I have over 2000 videos in my watch history and that isn't indicative at all because I watch most videos more than once)
7. My friends stop texting me back and I figure it's because I'm boring them.
8. My friends won't read my blog until I "start doing something interesting with my life".
9. I feel sad when I see Dan and Phil now because I miss companionship.
10. I even feel rejected by my cat.
11. I would rather sleep than do anything else.
12. Because I have no use of a car yet, I almost never leave the house.
13. I'm easily amused.
14. I worry constantly about things I know are already taken care of at my end.
15. And finally:
The good news: I'm moving to Galveston in less than two weeks!
Just a thought. I have no motivation to write about anything today. And all I have to tell you is that I bought $250 worth of furniture online at Walmart.com. And I'm writing this at 11:57pm.
This has been happening a lot, so I'll consider reducing my blogging to like three or four times a week.
So I've seen this phrase pop up a couple times on YouTube videos. (Here and here, specifically)
Essentially, "daring to suck" is realizing that being poor at something is a part of the learning process and you can't be good at something unless you suck at it first. Sucking also means that you are human. It's okay to be bad at something, even though society makes it seem like you have to be great at everything to be a successful person. Nobody is good at everything. That would be freaking stupid.
So here's my shameless list of things I suck at.
1. Accents. And singing. Basically anything with my voice. Both of my sisters can do voices/accents. Jenna is particularly good at the British accent (and singing). I'm terrible. People look seriously offended when I try (which is, unfortunately, often). I'm a Texan and I can't even do a Texas accent very well. The only voice I can do sounds something like Stitch/Jigglypuff. I'm really good at the Jigglypuff lullaby. But that's pretty much it.
2. Speaking. Related to Number 1. There used to be a running joke among my friends that I was useless after 6pm because, once I got the least bit tired, I would not be able to form coherent sentences. I'm not witty in conversations (I like to hide behind Twitter instead), I stutter a lot, and I have always been self conscious in front of crowds. It took me a long time to be able to speak in front of students as a student leader. The first time I ran in a campaign and gave my platform speech, I shook the whole time and ran into a trashcan. Still working on my public speaking to this day. On top of that, if I don't know you very well I don't really talk. So you can imagine how I behave at parties and how long it takes for me to make friends
3. Any sport whatsoever. I was okay at dance and fine when I was a synchronized swimmer, but other than that I am terrible at sports. When I played soccer in kindergarten, I gave the ball to the other team. Literally. Just handed it over. I also have short legs, short arms, and a short torso. Not conducive to running around or swimming fast (I was a terrible speed swimmer like omg). I also hate working out. My parents would have to bribe me to stretch/do cross training when I was really serious about synchro, but it never worked. I was just always out of shape.
4. Giving myself space. This is THE WORST, in my opinion. I love my friends, and I'm incredibly loyal. I also have dangerously low self-esteem when it comes to relationships. Also trust issues (oh hey confession time yayy). So when someone is stressing me out more than usual --or if I'm upset or if someone hurt my feelings or whatever-- my first thought is not to give myself space like a normal person, it's just to ignore the situation and act like everything is normal. This is actually very destructive, as space is just a natural part of good friendships. Not only do I deprive myself of very important "me time" (I am an introvert, after all) to think and cool off and get over it, but I also get very very very upset when somebody needs space from me. This is one thing on which I'm learning to suck less.
5. Blogging. I'm blogging ironically. Just kidding...but I really do suck at it. I'm a pretty good writer, but I'm not creative in the least bit (#Scientistproblems). I'm also not a very bold person. I could talk about a lot of really ballsy things on this blog; however, since many more conservative members of my family and my potential mentors/employers may read it too, I don't. So this blog has become mostly about me watching YouTube and Doctor Who and trying to be an adult occasionally.
Here's Jenna Marbles' version of the "Things I suck at" list.
In other news, I bought car insurance, dinnerware, glassware, an oven mitt, and a large bottle of Excedrin today. That's it. I'm ready for adulthood.
(Despite the fact that I got a car insurance quote that is much higher than I would like and almost had a heart attack because of the Doctor Who Season 2 finale).
So I think we've figured out the whole car thing. My dad has been quite averse to taking risks with a car that's supposed to evacuate me during a hurricane. With the price/mileage range we've been looking at, we've run into some pretty crappy Carfax reports. So he just wants to give me the Hyundai Elantra that my sister drives (much to Shelby's dismay) and have me pay him for it monthly over four years. It's actually working out much better than planned for both of us, I believe.
The only problem is the insurance, which is a bit higher than I thought. But I'm awesome at budgets, so I figured it out. I'm proud of myself.
No but seriously, if I could be a personal assistant in my spare time, I would.
Yeah...so...um...
I have nothing else to talk about unless I want to be deep and insightful about something...and to be honest, I just want to watch more Doctor Who...
My life is so boring. Like less than 3 weeks until moving day.
Oh...IT'S DAN HOWELL'S BIRTHDAY TOMORROW (or today if you're in the UK, but you're probably not...unless you're Dan. If you are...call me.)
Here's his new YouTube video!
Maybe I'll be more philosophical and deep tomorrow.
I had something serious that I wanted to go on about, but today just wasn't a very good day. And I had a migraine. And I have so much to do tomorrow. And I need to clean my room before I go to bed.
Like seriously, do normal people go to bed before 3am?
...
Anyway. Today I went car shopping. I want to say that it was successful, but who really knows? Used car shopping sucks. My dad did manage to run a carfax on somebody and figure out that they had adjusted the mileage significantly....so that's fun. We're going to see another car tomorrow. We'll see what happens.
Oh! I also had a whataburger for the first time in forever. But no fries or spicy ketchup because, ya know, I'm on a diet.
My parents are both in that mood where everything I do must be harshly judged. They then conclude that I don't sufficiently benefit the world or myself...which is cool. That makes home super fun this weekend. (In their defense, they're stressed. Cancer and trying to kick a kid out of the nest isn't easy on a family)
I just told them that it must be really difficult for them to find something to disapprove of all the time.
Other than that, I cleaned the kitchen, did laundry, and watched more Doctor Who.
I also found this:
That is definitely Dan Howell as The Doctor. No shame. None.
Today's YouTube video is from a YouTuber that I forgot to mention in my post on Thursday: CGPGrey, my favorite edutainer.
