Whose fun is it anyways?

My friends, I hope you will pardon that my post is coming a day later than it suppose to. Although, I do have a good reason! And it incorporates into what I already wanted to talk about: I was having fun.

In two the blogs other I've written, I've always done at least one post on fun. Which makes sense right? Having fun is such a huge part in our lives, especially in our 20s when we just deemed it the decade of exploring, discovering, and contemplating the vastness of the universe.

The first post I wrote about fun, was about how fun comes in all shapes and sizes. It was cute, for an out-of-state freshman at a new university who had no friends. I was trying to justify why I wasn't going out to parties. Now I'm a junior, I have friends, and I go to parties, but the funny thing is, I still kind of agree with little ol' freshman Felicia.

I really do believe there are different ways to have fun! And I don't really like how society prescribes drinking as the best way for college kids/20-somethings to have fun, but being a freshly turned 21-er, I know that's definitely a way to have fun. Let's do a case study:

Last Friday night, I spent in my bed, catching up on TV shows, eating spaghetti. I was asleep by 11:30pm.

Last Saturday night, I spent in my bed, doing homework (!), eating butterfingers. I was asleep by 1:37am, only because SNL was moved to 12:00am because there was some West Texas Telethon on at the normal time slot.

Here's the best part: I was actually having fun doing all of that! There were moments that I would think to myself "Wow, this is actually really fun. I feel bad that I don't feel bad for not going out tonight."

Let's continue:

Tuesdays and Thursdays are my favorite class days. It's all about musical theater and dancing. I start out TA-ing Natasha's beginning Musical Theater Dance class, then I go to French, then back to take Natasha's advanced Musical Theater Dance class, THEN, we have rehearsal for our Spring Musical Theater Performance. We did tap this week, and it was so fun. The sweat was dripping down my neck, the endorphins were pumping, and the smile on my face was huge.

Then yesterday, after my last class, the sun was shining, the air was perfect, and I set out to sit on the beautiful south mall with my friend Caleb and write this blog about fun. But you know what happened? I had fun. I'm sorry y'all! We ended up talking and our friend Paige stopped by and we talked even more. She made us laugh and laugh and laugh. Our cheeks hurt from laughing so much. Then last night, my friends and I stopped by three parties and had a blast!

So guys, here we are. This was more like a recap of my week and had way less pop culture references than I wanted it to. Let me just say this: there really is more than one way to have fun! Don't feel bad about how you like to have fun, unless it's kicking dogs or telling little kids Santa doesn't exist. Don't do that. But as long as you're happy, you're having fun the right way.

It's only cheesily appropriate to end with this quote, from the people who know fun best:

"Tonight, we are young, so we'll set the world on fire, we will glow brighter than the sun." -fun.

xx

Welcome to the Twenties Club

Spending this last month at home for Christmas break, I found myself really nostalgic. Maybe it’s because it was the tenth anniversary of my first Nutcracker performance, or because I visited my high school and felt irrelevant, or maybe even because Gossip Girl ended, but I was seriously reflective about my life and how my friends and I have all changed in the three years since graduation.

It made me realize I had taken my childhood for granted. The years when you compared lunches not drunken hook ups; when deciding your career could easily change every other day; and where your heart only broke when you missed the new episode of Arthur.

Maybe those cheesy confidence boosting books they gave us in elementary school secretly did help, because we all seemed to have had it figured out then. Now this wonderful decade of our twenties that we’re all embarking on, has no manual or confidence guide. Lizzie McGuire has been replaced with HBO’s Girls and Chicken Noodle Soup for the Teenage soul has been replaced with articles about what length of pencil skirt is appropriate at an interview and how to really tell if that guy in your psych class likes you. While those are great, isn’t more than just that happening? We’re figuring ourselves out-- our beliefs, values, passions. This is the time to experience everything and truly discover what we want in this life. I’ve had so many friends say they are confused and scared for their future, and to that, I say welcome to the club. The twenties club: where everyone is at least a little bit scared, and if they say they aren’t, they’re lying. 

Yes, our futures are unknown which can be scary, but isn’t it also exciting? There is so much for us to do and it’s waiting for us to find it.

“Being in your twenties is all about discovering which things hurt you and what makes you feel good. This is what your twenties are for: to feel and see as much as you can. Don’t think for a second that you’re not going to miss those nights you spent putting on your make-up, changing five million times, drinking wine, smoking cigarettes out your apartment window. You will miss all of this. This is a luxury. Youth is fucking magic.” -Pinterest image quote

"Your 20s' are your 'selfish' years. It's a decade to immerse yourself in every single thing possible. Be selfish with your time, and all the aspects of you. Tinker with shit, travel, explore, love a lot, love a little, and never touch the ground." -Kyoko Escamilla

I don’t want to wake up one day, be 50 years old and realize I didn’t fully appreciate my twenties, just like how I feel about my childhood now. This is an exciting time my friends, and since we’re all freaking out anyways, let’s freak out together. Like how crazy is it when facebook seems to be announcing an engagement every day? What are appropriate drinks to order when there are no red solo cups and unidentified liquid in a punch bowl in sight? And am I the only one who has had a phone interview while sitting in my bathroom? We’re going to be finding out regardless, so why not chronicle my experiences for others to relate to, laugh at, and/or mock? I’m in the twenties state of mind.

xx


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