Wednesday, April 28, 2010

Bloggaday 74 – Growing Up in 2010

Bloggaday 74 – Growing Up in 2010

Well, I think I might be growing up. That there is quite the interesting though to cross your mind. 2010 seems to be my grow-up year.
2010 is the year I turned 21. No, I can’t rent a car yet, but I think there is something else you can do when you turn 21. If I remember what it was, I’ll post it.
2010, I got myself a job. Granted, it’s only temporary since I’m an enumerator for the 2010 census, but hey, it still counts
2010 job getting, caused me to get a checking out, another new thing for me that points towards me being an ol’ somebich.
2010 is also the year when I finally finish getting my discount knowledge at the junior college (Thanks goes to Rodney Atkins). After spending three years at Crafton Hills Community College, I’m finally going to big-boy college. I just finished my first final for this semester.
2010 was the year I never heard from Sonoma, so even though I’m not jumping up to grown-upness by living on campus, I will be going to CSUSB for my Bachelor’s.
I may just get published… in a scholarly journal… Much more boring with the modifier, but it’d still be cool.
2010 also kicks off this here Bloggaday, so I suppose a year-long commitment from someone with my typical attention for these things is rather adult-like.

I know there are other things, but now all I need to do is *blow my life savings* and get a DUI, and I can cap out the year of firsts. That’s right, I can go to Vegas at 21… I knew I was forgetting something.

I’m off to 8-5 Census training, 5:30-7:00 Physics Midterm, 7-10 Physics lab… Psssh, and I don’t think of myself as an adult.

* Replacing my original thought. Also available at Vegas.

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Kokomo by The Beach Boys

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