You better give me that pee pee!

Getting a job in the real world is my version of the violent toilet monster spitting blue water through its teeth from  Look Who's Talking Too.


Just like little Mikey fights his father (John Travolta, when he was still good looking) and mother's (Kirstie Alley, when she was still good looking) urge for him to grow up and learn how to use the potty, I am fighting the world's need to push me out of its comforting womb of student life.


The fear of having to be be a mature responsible individual is making me hesitant to sit on the hungry toilet of life. 
(yes, the metaphor is graphic, but it helps show the severity of this very real fear!) 


Being terrified of being an adult can manifest itself in many different ways. For me, it is not a talking toilet, but my strong aversion to wearing high heels.
I know my legs look stubby, and that a professional outfit just isn't finished without a stylish stiletto. 
I love shoes, I think they are beautiful but the sound a heel makes when it hits the ground has  always represented an adult walking into the room for me. (and usually if you were misbehaving at school, it is the most terrifying noise you can imagine)


If Mikey eventually worked up the courage to "pee pee in the potty" and avoided the teeth marks of one angry toilet, it seems logical that I too can walk into the adult world with pumps on my feet and not fall on my face. 


But not just yet...I think I'll bask in the comfort of being a student in my flat shoes a little bit longer. (or until my stilettophobia subsides)

Can't Stop, Won't Stop

Sure, living in Canada seems awesome. We have free healthcare, our politics are boring, and everyone is nice (supposedly).
But every year we Canadians get seduced by warm weather and Slurpees in the Summer months and forget about the evil demon season that plagues our lives for the majority of the year.
I'm not trying to scare you...actually, I am!
WINTER IS COMING!

Scared yet?

Lucky for us we will be blinded by the glitter and joy of Christmas for the next two months, but come January get ready to start contemplating never leaving your bed again.
I shudder every time I see those scrapers that take frost off of car wind shields.
Winter is fun until New Years, after that point you're enthusiasm for wearing cute boots has warn off and you are sick of hot chocolate.
Bears have it all figured out, our society should just shut down from January 1st, until April. Hibernation is the smartest thing animals have ever done! (other than not inventing money, or government)
So go out and buy your parkas from Winners and pre-order your prescription of Zoloft because you can't escape it! Winter will find you!

Look Mom! No Life!

As the year goes on, I am finding that 23 is a very awkward and confusing age.
 I have childhood friends who are getting married or have children. I also have friends who are nowhere near the maturity level to even attempt that degree of adulthood.
I'm still waiting to evolve from a caterpillar to a butterfly (or at least from a Pikachu to a Raichu).
I'm still in school, I obviously still play with toys (and doh) meant develop the imagination of a child, and I eat candy.
When are you too old to eat candy anymore? (I don't mean those disgusting hard candies elderly Italian men carry in their pocket, I mean that deliciously stale 5 cent candy from 7/11)

(I didn't think a Nerd Rope was universally recognizable, so I went old-school with my examples)

Maybe it's my addiction to rainbow coloured sugar and creative malleable toys that are holding me back from leaving my cocoon and entering the real world.

It is an interesting time to be a young adult (...or am i already past that stage? What do you call a maturity stunted twenty-something?)

There isn't obvious cues that signal our entrance into adulthood; young men aren't being drafted into war, and young women are not expected to become house makers before they reach their twenties.

The necessity of a quality education to the youth of Canada does not aid in ejecting us from our nests either.

Our adulthood has been pushed back by several years of post-secondary education, student loan debt, and the inability to cook anything other than Kraft Dinner.

Lucky for me, my parents expect very little of me. They understand that they have worked since they were teenagers to build a life of leisure for me to bask in. 
*Lesson of the day: You can never disappoint someone if you set the bar below the water table!

You Me and the Weather

Dear Mother Nature,
Get cold and stay cold! 
I don't plan to shave my legs again until the thaw!

 (my skin coloured doh was left open, this is the best hairy leg i could do)

Looking forward to 8 months of driving to school in the dark, eating soup, wearing thick socks, and wishing I lived anywhere but here!