Every now and then I like to peruse old blog posts for inspiration, slash I enjoy a walk down memory lane every once and a while [except when memory lane involves mushy posts about your ex and then it's like whaaaaat, that's awkward].
The following post was originally written on December 2, 2009, during the era of my life I like to refer to as "the dark ages" AKA post-grad unemployment.
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Sometimes I find myself wondering if I am 22 or 15. Did I miss out on
something significant in those formative years that has caused this
regression? Here are some glaring signals that lead me to believe that I
am an angsty teenager caught in an adult's body:
1. My tendency to obsess over celebrities and form severe crushes on them. For example: when I lived in L.A. in the summer of 2007, I spent many a day at my lowly intern desk concocting scenarios in my head that involved meeting and/or falling in love with the objects my infatuation. These scenarios included, but were not limited to, Patrick Dempsey, Orlando Bloom, and Michael Vartan. For latest celebrity love affair, see gorgeous picture below.
But hey, at least I'm not plastering pictures of him all over my walls and various other flat surfaces. Although, I have allowed for the occasional wallpaper on my computer...
2. While we're on the topic of Rob Pattinson: My complete and utter obsession with all things Twilight related. I was a latecomer to the book series, but once I sunk my teeth (no pun intended) into Twilight, I was finished with the first three books in three days. I impatiently awaited the arrival of Breaking Dawn, and a dear friend can attest that I took it in the car with me so that I was able to read it at stoplights and once even made her drive us somewhere in my car so that I could read. I got so wrapped up in the books that I began to relate things in my daily life to the trials and tribulations of the characters. Were these novels a source of literary excellence? Hell no. But where they entertaining as all get out? Hell yes! And of course, I wanted nothing more than to find a man as perfect as Edward Cullen. What's a little bite on the neck here and there? Things got worse with the debut of the first movie, which I saw five times in theatres. Was it the movie I actually liked, or the ethereal beauty of Rob Pattinson as Edward Cullen. Maybe both? At any rate, I can't stay away from magazines that have even the slightest mention of the Twilight series and I have started a personal vendetta against Kristen Stewart for both her portrayal of Bella and her supposed relationship with Rob. Sick.
3.
I recently read every Gossip Girl novel. For those of you who don't
keep up with the teen book scene, there are 13 books in the series. I
read every.single.one.of.them. I don't know why I feel the need to
justify my reading choices but I will do just that in the name of my
pride. Before embarking on my 13-GG book rampage, I read two Pulitzer
Prize winning novels. Therefore, I felt I was allowed some trashy
reading. But who are we kidding? I would have read them anyway; my
curiosity always gets the best of me. Like Twilight, these books will
win no awards, but they are so full of chaos and scandal that I couldn't
put them down. The lives of teenagers as portrayed by movies, TV, and
books such as these is amazingly ridiculous and I refuse to believe that
today's teens actually behave in such ways (though I'm probably just
very naive). In GG's case, combine that ridiculousness with overwhelming
amounts of money and you get a veritable freak show. Smoking and
drinking from the time they were 15, putting $30,000 on daddy's credit
card because you CAN, jetting off without telling parents...whoa. For
approximately a week I lived vicariously through all these scenarios,
even though I am well outside the target audience of readers. Oh
wait...so maybe it's because of books like these that teens get the idea
that this kind of behavior is kosher? Ok, cool.
4. I have stuffed animals on my bed. Oh and on some shelves. And there are tons more in the closet that I sometimes feel sorry for and feel as if I should display them somewhere. But wait a second, I'm too old for that. In my defense, three out of five of the animals on my bed are very old and have emotional significance. So...there.
(This is Mr. Bear. Holding to my theory, you can see that I am not very mature.)
So, am I still22 26 going on 15?
1. My tendency to obsess over celebrities and form severe crushes on them. For example: when I lived in L.A. in the summer of 2007, I spent many a day at my lowly intern desk concocting scenarios in my head that involved meeting and/or falling in love with the objects my infatuation. These scenarios included, but were not limited to, Patrick Dempsey, Orlando Bloom, and Michael Vartan. For latest celebrity love affair, see gorgeous picture below.
But hey, at least I'm not plastering pictures of him all over my walls and various other flat surfaces. Although, I have allowed for the occasional wallpaper on my computer...
2. While we're on the topic of Rob Pattinson: My complete and utter obsession with all things Twilight related. I was a latecomer to the book series, but once I sunk my teeth (no pun intended) into Twilight, I was finished with the first three books in three days. I impatiently awaited the arrival of Breaking Dawn, and a dear friend can attest that I took it in the car with me so that I was able to read it at stoplights and once even made her drive us somewhere in my car so that I could read. I got so wrapped up in the books that I began to relate things in my daily life to the trials and tribulations of the characters. Were these novels a source of literary excellence? Hell no. But where they entertaining as all get out? Hell yes! And of course, I wanted nothing more than to find a man as perfect as Edward Cullen. What's a little bite on the neck here and there? Things got worse with the debut of the first movie, which I saw five times in theatres. Was it the movie I actually liked, or the ethereal beauty of Rob Pattinson as Edward Cullen. Maybe both? At any rate, I can't stay away from magazines that have even the slightest mention of the Twilight series and I have started a personal vendetta against Kristen Stewart for both her portrayal of Bella and her supposed relationship with Rob. Sick.
3.
I recently read every Gossip Girl novel. For those of you who don't
keep up with the teen book scene, there are 13 books in the series. I
read every.single.one.of.them. I don't know why I feel the need to
justify my reading choices but I will do just that in the name of my
pride. Before embarking on my 13-GG book rampage, I read two Pulitzer
Prize winning novels. Therefore, I felt I was allowed some trashy
reading. But who are we kidding? I would have read them anyway; my
curiosity always gets the best of me. Like Twilight, these books will
win no awards, but they are so full of chaos and scandal that I couldn't
put them down. The lives of teenagers as portrayed by movies, TV, and
books such as these is amazingly ridiculous and I refuse to believe that
today's teens actually behave in such ways (though I'm probably just
very naive). In GG's case, combine that ridiculousness with overwhelming
amounts of money and you get a veritable freak show. Smoking and
drinking from the time they were 15, putting $30,000 on daddy's credit
card because you CAN, jetting off without telling parents...whoa. For
approximately a week I lived vicariously through all these scenarios,
even though I am well outside the target audience of readers. Oh
wait...so maybe it's because of books like these that teens get the idea
that this kind of behavior is kosher? Ok, cool.
4. I have stuffed animals on my bed. Oh and on some shelves. And there are tons more in the closet that I sometimes feel sorry for and feel as if I should display them somewhere. But wait a second, I'm too old for that. In my defense, three out of five of the animals on my bed are very old and have emotional significance. So...there.
(This is Mr. Bear. Holding to my theory, you can see that I am not very mature.)
Thankfully,
I couldn't think of a number 5. I am thankful for this because if I had
come up with one, I would have almost considered shipping myself off to
a therapist for some psychoanalysis. So for now I will live with my
four teen-like symptoms and hope that one day they will calm themselves
down.
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So, am I still
...ehhh sort of?
Win: My love for R-Patz and all things Twilight has decreased significantly. While I still think Rob is magnificently attractive, I question his personal hygiene and taste in women.
Lose: I still read YA novels. The Hunger Games, The Mortal Instruments...they're just too addictive. Don't worry, I still balance them out with more sophisticated titles.
Win: There are no longer five stuffed animals on my bed.
Lose: ...instead, there are two. The aforementioned Mr. Bear made the cut, as well as the Lamb Chop puppet I've had since I was 4. It's a good thing I have a boyfriend, otherwise the animals on the bed probably wouldn't be beneficial to my love life.
Verdict:
I may have graduated to 26 going on 17 or 18.
Hey, it keeps me young!
