Why I Love All The Underated Bits of Being Adult

I could try to feed you a load of bull right now and tell you I love going out, that I am a social butterfly and that I love meeting new people.  But, I am coming to the realization that I am an old kermudgin (spell check is telling me that’s not a word, screw you spell check) and that I would rather over work and malnourish my body than miss any sleep and drink.  Yes, I still get the urge to tear up the town but those hopes can be dashed by the slightest little thing.

No longer am I thinking about the craziness that happened over the past weekend and hoping for wildness that is at least on par with the previous weekend. I am too busy feeling shame for being so dedicated to this job that instead of eating a real sandwich for lunch I ate an ice-cream sandwich from the convenience store across the street because it was WAY quicker than anything else… at 5:30pm. I don’t normally eat carbs so I now feel all 53g in that ‘sandwich’; I have similar sentiments to the side order of penny candy I am munching on as I write this mandatory daily blog.

I also have an embarrassingly high stack of McDonald’s Monopoly pieces on my desk and every single spot (except for the rare winner pieces) on our (Jenny Fines & I) two Monopoly boards has been filled. I try to keep all my winning tokens in my car so I can remember to order them and not throw them out with the duds.

This blog is inspired by this article on BuzzFeed that is totally on my level right now, even though I am still in the young half of 20s (24 suckkkas).

http://www.buzzfeed.com/jessicamisener/29-underrated-things-about-being-in-your-late-twenties

This weekend we went out and it was exhausting. Seriously, I felt like the VIP in the club was a cattle pen. 

This never would have been my feeling three or four years ago, after deep consideration (and rib cage bruises from a grad dress that fits me better now than it ever has in the past) I have come to appreciate that I am getting old.  I related WAY TOO much with this buzz feed article.

No longer do all my stories shame my parents, I have surrendered to being a true cardigan wearing adult.

Things I Am Just To Lazy To Accomplish

My boyfriend has been away for nearly a week now and I started my adventure in living in the Kootenays alone strong.

I packed my lunches. I made supper. I did the dishes after eating. I even continued washing my hair regularly and did not sport pony tails.

All that impressive up keep has now vanished. I have a growing pile of dishes. I ate $2.00 worth of penny candies as part of my lunch today. And, I powdered my greasy hair this morning.

My life has turned into a BuzzFeed article once again. This time it is titled, ’24 Basic Life Activities You’re Too Lazy To Accomplish”.

Key points on this list (for me anyways) are:

6. Even calling somewhere to get food delivered. I’ve had breakfast for 9/10 meals since the BF left.

9. Walking the two extra blocks to your bank instead of paying a grey box $3. This is a problem regardless of the boyfriend situation.

13. Going grocery shopping at an actual grocery store.

I live way too close to a 7-11… okay; I live even closer to Ferraro Foods.

17. Or even doing laundry at all, when you can just buy a new pack of underwear. If only we had a Victoria Secret in these parts I would be so guilty of this one…

23. Fully spelling words. I am a lazy texter, consider yourself lucky that I get past, “Hello”.

But, this one is the one I am most guilty of:

http://www.buzzfeed.com/alexnaidus/basic-life-activities-youre-too-lazy-to-accomplish

Music Experiences You’ll Never Have Again

Little Kate was born to rock.

When I was a kid I was obsessed with music. Seriously, I would wait by the radio for my favourite songs to come on to tape their grainy feed, I would stay overnight at my Grandparent’s house on Friday nights to record the freshest music videos on the Much Music countdown (only to be devastated when they skipped over the videos I wanted to see). I feel like people my age are the last generation of people to know the pains of pre-MP3 music.

           

All of this has been said before and people will complain about it into the future but it really struck me today as I read an article on Buzzfeed titled, ‘35 Music Experiences You’llNever Have Again’. It scared the crap out of me. Though I never want to have kids, I don’t want them to go through life without facing the true pain of being addicted to a song and not having it at your fingertips. I don’t want these conceptual children to be able to listen to a song 20 times a day, the day it is released and kill it for themselves. I want them to pull-up to Zeller’s run to the music section to find that the album they had saved $20 to buy on its release day has sold out and the teenager at the counter has no idea when it will be back in stock.

If you know these pains, you get how torturous these things really are. You know the amazing feeling you could get from a free compilation CD for buying a certain brand of clothing or a magazine during ‘Back to School’ shopping. You get me (at least right now). These lessons in patience don’t happen anymore unfortunately, not only because Zeller’s is no longer a thing, but because we have it all at our fingertips.

I have been musically obsessed since I really caught on to the world outside of country music, the Spice Girls and the Backstreet Boys introduced me to pop music and recording cassette tapes in the second grade. In forth grade it was music videos (thank you Britney Spears). Grade seven brought music downloads and burning CDs. Grade ten was the year of the MP3 player and in grade eleven I became the first person in my school to have an iPod. It really is not surprising that I ended up listening to music and talking about it professionally.

As much as I complain, I am part of the problem. I still buy music, in fact I have reverted to vinyl once again because I am trendy and it makes me feel classy. I love hunting for vinyl, I hope that feeling of finding the perfect album never goes away. If you could tell young 90s Kate Bruce that at her finger tips she would have a world of music at her disposal 24/7 I hope that you would have blown her mind. Okay, I know you would have blown her mind she lived in a cable/internet free bubble with three TV channels on a good night, she would have had to sit down for that news. I really hope any accidents in my future appreciate the art of music selection not music consumption.