Saturday, 8 March 2014

The Roaring 20s: Now What?

A note from Joelle... 

♫ ♪ 'The World Should Revolve Around Me' - Little Jackie ♫ ♪

This post was created because I bought a blender...
... I was kindly given some birthday money from my parents and the FIRST thing I did was buy a BLENDER (and ice cube trays).
That's right - no Mulberry Bag, no Pandora charms, no magnum of Cristal... a blender with a mini blitzer thing too.
 As soon as the blender arrived, I thought, 'Wow, what has happened to me!'
I took a looooooooong, hard look at myself.... and then made a smoothie.
So I am officially 20 years old! That is 2 whole decades on this planet, 1043.55 weeks or 7304.84 days to be exact. 
To put that into perspective for you, here are some other things turning 20 with me this year:
The first series of FRIENDS
The Lion King
Mariah Carey's Christmas album
Harry Styles
Justin Bieber (hahahaaa)

You are probably thinking one of two things: 'Oh shhh, Joelle! You're really not that old!' or 'I can't believe Bieber is 20! When did that happen?'

On the plus side, I am now too old to ever be labelled a 'Teen Mum' AND those mosquito machines outside supermarkets won't work on my now-aged ears! I knew there were bonuses to this!

So I guess this is the stage of my life where I think 'Oh shit, I actually have to do stuff now; stuff that actually counts towards my life!'. And to make things worse, I have to force myself to be more 'independent and free' as well as 'fun', 'mysterious' and 'studious' all at the same time. Thanks God that this time, it's without the awkward mess that was teenage life. 
I have taken a few baby steps like going to the cinema on my own (once you get over the shame of asking  for one  ticket, it's fine!) and going on 'afternoon walks'. Both were actually really enjoyable.

The Roaring 20s is filled with so much expectation  as we are suddenly thrown into the real world and are expected to automatically know where we fit in and what we are doing with our lives.

I guess after I graduate, I need to start looking for a good job that will keep me afloat, but I will need a Masters degree for that.
I have also been playing around with the idea of taking a year out and travel the world, as I have been in solid education since the age of THREE (and have been watching too many FunForLouis videos!)
I know this will be met by tutts and head-shaking from elders, so I might as well quash that idea now.

Hold up, when have I started using words like 'quash'? Ugggh, I don't like what's happening to me!

The truth is, I have no idea what I am doing with the life and the future scares the living crap out of me!
I now feel the ticking time bomb that is 'the future'. Do you get what I mean? It's when 'society' (the word I use when I don't have anyone else to blame) puts pressure on 20-somethings to do everything by the time we are old 'n' grey... at 30. 

- Get a decent degree (without a 1st, I'm practially fcuked)
- Learn to drive (I've been putting this off for the past three years now)
- Get a good car (Ford KAs just aren't acceptable anymore)
- Move out  of the parent's house (Ideal when £27,000 in debt...)
- Get a 'proper' job in the city (If you're willing to sell your soul for an unpaid internship first)
- Only use your Facebook to gloat about how amazing your adult life is 
- Get married ( as a geologist, I'm, practically married to igneous rocks )
- Become 'cultured', which basically means appreciating ridiculous art, gross cheese and worst of all... drinking from an actual wine glass instead of a fishbowl/bucket. THE HORROR!

I know this post is a bit of a mind-fcuk, seeing as I'm only on my 3rd day of this new decade... But all in all, I am excited to see where the next 10 years take me. What I am sure of is that I will continue to blog all my rants and odd thoughts just for you (you lucky devils!).
Digital girls like me have our dream lives already planned out on our Pinterest boards,  and perhaps it should stay that way - a dream. I mean, where's the adventure in already knowing how your life is going to turn out? 
I'm just going to refuse to admit that I am a day over 18 and continue to dance around to STEPS in my tartan onesie.
**I also found Emma Koenig's amazing blog 'Fuck! I'm In My Twenties' blog HERE. IT IS GENIUS and will provide me with lolz for the next decade.

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