Since I've been putting off laundry for the last week or two, I've decided to challenge myself to wear what's currently clean in my closet. This has actually been a pretty efficient way of forcing myself to be creative with my clothes. I bought this hot pink dress for a party and I figured I would never wear it again. But with a blazer and a belt, it becomes totally wearable for work (luckily I work at an agency where you can pretty much wear whatever you want). Further proof that style is all about being able to transition pieces from day to night -- or vice versa.
I graduated college about a month ago, and a little over two weeks ago, I started working full time. As a child, you fantasize about adulthood. “How amazing will it be not to have to do homework!?” It turns out not doing homework is pretty damn amazing. Not having homework to do, on the other hand, is not great. Because now you have literally nothing to do.
Once you finish work for the day, you basically have to figure out how to kill time until you can go to work again the next day, repeating that process as a way to kill time until the weekend, where it is deemed socially acceptable to drink alcohol in mass quantities.
I am proud to report that today (approximately day 28 of adulthood) my roommate and I stared at each other for a few minutes trying to figure out what to do before deciding that 1) 9:30 was totally an acceptable time to go to sleep and 2) that this revelation might make a funny, or at the very least, a relatable blog post.
Conclusion: Maturity is a myth.
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