Oh, welcome to the 3rd grade.

So, my life as of lately, has been a bit of a setback. I feel like I'm back in 3rd grade.


I have head lice. Yes, you read correctly. Head lice. Like the stuff you get in 3rd grade.


When I was in elementary school, I got head lice 3 times. I just couldn't escape the little bastards, because they are back.. right before I turn 23. Lovely.


Seriously. Who gets head lice as an adult? Well. I was in the shower and just finished conditioning and ran my hands through my hair. And all of a sudden, I saw a black dot come out onto my hand. Upon further inspection, I realized it had legs.  W. T. F.


So, being the technological genius that I am, I googled everything I could think of; fleas, bed bugs, lice...etc. Well, lo and behold, that little bastard turned out to be head lice. SOOOO...


For the past week, I've been washing anything and everything I can think of... Bedding, towels, clothes..and vacuuming the rest... carpets, sofas.. etc.


I headed down to the local drugstore and picked up some lice shampoo where I was followed by a judging beautiful girl who worked at the cashier..her and her judgy little judging eyes. ugh.


So, I paid for my crap and got out of the way from pretty girl's judging eyes and proceeded home and followed instructions on my lice shampoo bottle. After that, headed over to my parents' house so my mom could pick through my hair for 8 hours (no joke) and try to get the little bastards out of my hair.


Needless to say, it was a grueling task and I never..ever...want to go back to the 3rd grade ever again.

I lied.

So, remember that fancy story last night about how I'm going to be a functioning adult and put my big girl pants on and go to the grocery story?? Yeah. I was being fraudulent (Hey, I didn't need spell checker's help with this word! Bam!) with my statements apparently. 


Instead of those big girl pants going on, I decided to not wake up until almost 4 in the afternoon (stupid body) aaaaannnd watch pointless tv (I was watching MTV, hence "pointless"). Then around 6, I decided to text my classmates and ask them what the hell I'm supposed to be studying for my final tomorrow. 


You know those times when you get super cocky about something?? Like "Oh, I only brought 20 dollars for tonight's meal, because I just know that my lobster and steak doesn't cost that much", or "I'll bet you a zillion dollars that Bruce Willis is sooooo not a ghost at the end of this movie". Yeah.


I totally had that moment this entire week. You see, last week is what a copious amount of college students refer to as "dead week". Finals are this upcoming week, so the week prior is not consisted of new material; just going over the final installments of the final. Being that I am only enrolled in two classes (non-admit student..whatever that means), I figured dead week wasn't really required for my finals and that I can just breeze through studying. 


If you knew me at all, you know I wait until the last minute to do just about everything. I once had a two week trip planned to fly to New Jersey. Guess who didn't pack her crap until 30 minutes before she had to leave for the airport? Yours truly. 


Soooo, you should not be the least bit surprised when I didn't bust out the whole "studying" routine until 8PM the night before the final. And, once again, if you knew me at all, you would know that my "studying" consists of "listening" to Friends for "background noise" while I "study really hard". My parents should be proud. 


Well, around ohhhh, I don't know... 1AM, I finally decided to stop watching my "background noise" and finally hit the books. It is now 3:38 of the AM variety and I like to think I am finished for the night. No, I don't feel prepared for my final, I just don't give a damn. 


Maybe I'll do my grocery shopping now? 

It's that time again.

You know, the time to be an adult. I turn 23 in ten days. I told my boyfriend's mom that and she said "Ohhh, you're just a youngin." So, does that give me permission to hold off on putting my big girl pants on yet? 


There's no food in my apartment. So, I suppose I should put said big girl pants on and go to the grocery store. 


You know what? I've accomplished a lot of crap in my life. I earned a bachelor's degree in Journalism (fancy that). I've traveled the world. I have even managed to keep a boyfriend for longer than a week (double fancy that). But what have I got to show for it? 


An empty freakin' fridge. "But Krissy" you say, "why don't you get a job and buy groceries?" Oh, dear reader, if it ever were that simple. Over the span of last month alone, I have sent out 30 resumes (Oh, who am I kidding, it was probably like 10 or something), and you know what? Not a damn employer wants to feed me. I've heard the ever so popular "Oh, the position you have applied for has been filled", or the great "Sorry, but we feel with your degree you might be over-qualified". How can one be over-qualified? Didn't your stupid sign say you needed help? Didn't your precious little craigslist ad say you were lookin' for someone? Well here I am! Will work for food!


It's 4:50 of the A.M. variety. I don't know why, but now seemed a good time as any to rant and rave about the ridiculousness of this whole job shenanigans. 


"But Krissy, you have a bachelor's degree in Journalism. Why don't you use it?" you ask, ever so innocently. Here's why I do not put that sucker to use. 
1. Journalists are narcissistic, agenda-shoving brats. Sure, they may quote their subject word for word. But they twist that little funny word called context until it has nothing to do with anything but what that darling journalist wanted to come across. You call that journalism? I call that bull. If you want a kick ass story, you make sure you tell both sides of that story there bucko. (Yes, I indeed just said "bucko"). 
2. In my last year of college, I took one beginner's sign language class. (more to come)
3. Once I was accepted into Grad school for said Journalism, I decided "Hey, I don't want to do this anymore", and I was off to find another bachelor's degree. 
4. So here I am, once more burdened with the simplicities of "school", trying my damnedest to become a Sign Language interpreter. 


This alllll comes back to me finding a job, while in school.. yet again. I think I might settle for less and apply at some fast food restaurant. Hey, beggars can't be choosers. 


And, if you, the dear reader, feel that your opinion on any of the subjects stated above is different than mine, keep it to yourself. Or write your own damn blog about it. That's what blogs are for, right? 


Haha, just kidding. 


No but seriously.


Well. Tomorrow I think I have to find my big girl pants out of the laundry and put them on. And then consider going grocery shopping. bahahaha. 


*Update* I did end up doing laundry today at least. Go me!