Well first and foremost, I would like to say that The Real World tv show on MTV is the most deceiving tv show in the history of deceiving tv shows. As the rebellious child that I was back in the day, I would watch this show even though every single thing they did or said went WAYYYYY over my naive 12 year old head. Anyway, my point is that the real world isn't actually a bunch of crazies who spend more time drunk than anything else (I'm convinced everyone on that show is from Tallahassee). Instead it's full of knee length skirts, excel spreadsheets, and a lot of conversation that still goes way over my head.
Yes people, the real world I'm talking about is the "commute to work and work 9-5 five days a week" world, and yes people, this is how I'm spending my summer. "Helen, wanna go to the beach?" Nope. I have work. "Helen, wanna go to ginnie springs?" Can't! I have work! Little sister goes to California for a week. That's cool. I'll still be working!!!!!!!!!!! (Disclaimer: I actually like working but it's weird to think that my summers of spending every day at the beach while drinking Inn milkshakes are over.)
Anyway the real summertime sadness is moving from Tallahassee to back home where rules actually exist. It's like a culture shock for me. Here are some things from home that I DO NOT MISS:
Curfew?! I forgot those even exist. Even though I've been away for a year, my mom still thinks I need to be told when to go to bed. You rock mom, but seriously, I think I'm able to stay out past 11:00 and still be a functioning person the next day (crazy huh?!). Here are a couple examples on some stern texts I've received at "ridiculous" hours of the night!!!!!!
Yes people, the real world I'm talking about is the "commute to work and work 9-5 five days a week" world, and yes people, this is how I'm spending my summer. "Helen, wanna go to the beach?" Nope. I have work. "Helen, wanna go to ginnie springs?" Can't! I have work! Little sister goes to California for a week. That's cool. I'll still be working!!!!!!!!!!! (Disclaimer: I actually like working but it's weird to think that my summers of spending every day at the beach while drinking Inn milkshakes are over.)
Anyway the real summertime sadness is moving from Tallahassee to back home where rules actually exist. It's like a culture shock for me. Here are some things from home that I DO NOT MISS:
Curfew?! I forgot those even exist. Even though I've been away for a year, my mom still thinks I need to be told when to go to bed. You rock mom, but seriously, I think I'm able to stay out past 11:00 and still be a functioning person the next day (crazy huh?!). Here are a couple examples on some stern texts I've received at "ridiculous" hours of the night!!!!!!
Everything closes at 9:00 at night. Seriously, Rita's? Why you gotta play me dirty like that? As the washed up old grump that I have become due to my full time job, I just want to enjoy some tasty treats with my gal pals but I guess every food place in PV and Jax Beach think that people become nonexistent after a certain hour...heh, nope still here y'all!! Standing outside of your restaurant wondering why it's closed!!!!!
Awkward run-ins. Now I know that my life is in shambles so everything is an awkward run-in for me, but I'm talking about those we-didn't-talk-in-high-school-at-all-but-we-still-know-each-other run-ins. These two minute conversations probably involve much stuttering, excessive "ummms", and asking how each other are and how school is when really you couldn't give to poops. (If you want to avoid these awkward run-ins then stay away from Yobe, Sierra Grille, and the nail salon next to Sierra Grille).
I could keep writing but I gotta go to bed to get a good night sleep for work in the morning!! I guess suffering through the three months of summertime sadness is God's way of getting me back for my behavior during the other nine months of the year.
Awkward run-ins. Now I know that my life is in shambles so everything is an awkward run-in for me, but I'm talking about those we-didn't-talk-in-high-school-at-all-but-we-still-know-each-other run-ins. These two minute conversations probably involve much stuttering, excessive "ummms", and asking how each other are and how school is when really you couldn't give to poops. (If you want to avoid these awkward run-ins then stay away from Yobe, Sierra Grille, and the nail salon next to Sierra Grille).
I could keep writing but I gotta go to bed to get a good night sleep for work in the morning!! I guess suffering through the three months of summertime sadness is God's way of getting me back for my behavior during the other nine months of the year.