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so begins my quarter life crisis.

So yesterday I’m just driving along, listening to my beloved iPod, when “Hand In My Pocket” by my beloved Alanis comes on.  This time, however, was different from the 500,000 other times I listened to it.  I still sang poorly and confused the verses, but this time the song really resonated with me.  I mean REALLY resonated.  So I put that shiz on repeat.  Alanis and her harmonica were slaying me.  Then it hit me. Uh oh.  I am now an angsty 20-something and Alanis’ music actually applies to me.  (And everyone else, but you know what I mean.)

I began to evaluate my life.  I’m very happy, yet emo at the same time.  I’m with someone who finds my jokes tolerable (I’m funnnnny!), I’m working on a campaign (trying to be an agent of change and save the world) and living at home (if you live at home post-college, there is no explanation needed), going to South America post Election Day (backpacking around in hopes of finding some adventure), and hopefully going to grad school next fall (read: I’m not entirely sure what I want to do in life other than see the world and blog.  But this will buy me some more time.  Kidding…kind of.)

But who cares? No big deal. I want mooooooooooooooooooooooooooore.

That being said, I come up with a new plan every day.  Two days ago, I decided I wanted to become an alpaca farmer.  Seriously.  I saw some Alpacas at a local fair and fell in love with the little bucktoothed buggers.  They’re completely heinous and totally hilarious.  What can I say? I have an affinity for inner beauty.  I took a picture of one.  He is my new muse:

Cute, right?

I’m all over the place.  Just tonight I have looked at jobs with National Geographic, HuffingtonPost, and political consulting firms.  Three weeks ago I envisioned myself moving to Seattle.  Who knows?  Maybe tomorrow I’ll decide to go to med school.  Or maybe I can just get a pair of scrubs and pretend…

While this is definitely my quarter life crisis, I don’t think it’s unhealthy.  I’m in no real hurry.  I am, in fact, only 22–although I feel like a dinosaur when I get Facebooked by people born in the 1990s.  I’ve still got a lot of questions that need to be answered.  Like, what is a fire, and why does it…what’s the word…burrrrrrrrrrrrn. (That’s two Little Mermaid references in one post. Heyyyyo.)

When I do settle down, I’ll be ready for it.  And like I said before, I’m happy right now.  I’d try and describe how I feel some more (it’s half my blog I can talk about feelings all I want!), but hey, Alanis puts it best.

And what it all boils down to
Is that no one’s really got it figured out just yet
’cause I’ve got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is playing the piano
And what it all comes down to my friends
Is that everything’s just fine fine fine
’cause I’ve got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is hailing a taxi cab.

[Posted by Kathleen]

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i’ve got a crush on obama.

I am completely and utterly Barackupied. Those who know me know this. I received more phone calls and texts when Obama secured the Democratic nomination than I did on my birthday. And that is totally okay with me.

When you’re extremely involved in politics, you feel like you are on a first name basis with your candidate. It’s almost as if you are dating. But not, because that’s real creepy.

It still has many traits of a real relationship though:

Your friends begin to wonder where you are.
Ex-“Where is she? She said she was going to be here! Oh that’s right, she’s with HIM again.”

You are smitten. And when you are with your friends, you can find little else to talk about. You keep going until you see them roll their eyes. And even then, it’s hard to stop.
Ex-“Do you know what Barack did today? He gave hope to the entire world and then cured cancer! Isn’t he just so great?!”

You stalk him on Facebook and Google his name. When he loses, you feel like a loser. And when he wins, you feel like the wind beneath his wings. Cue the music.

You get mad at him when he messes up. It’s all you can think about and you’re embarrassed to tell your friends because you want them to like him. But word travels fast and they call you up to see how you’re doing. You scream at him via CNN, “WHY, OH WHY DID YOU HAVE TO SAY THAT?”

But you stand by your man. Then he does something so wonderful (like this) that you forget all about the pettiness and minor slip ups, and remember why you fell in love with him in the first place-the right stance on the issues that matter to you and the ability to really make a difference and really change the world.

I was furious when this came out because this was TOTALLY my idea. But I’m okay with it now.

[Posted by Kathleen]

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