“Maturity is knowing when to be immature.”

    I was looking for a good quote about being mature, or at least had the word 'mature' in it, but I saw this quote (by Randall Hall) and I thought-how perfect! Exactly my point for this blog post!

    Now, when someone first meets me, they never can guess my correct age. Why? Well I definitly look younger, and my silly personality is taken as "immature". And for years and years thats what I just thought-I was a lady in her early twenties that was immature. I used the excuse that more than 50% of my friends were younger then me, I baby-sat, and I worked at a day-care (I've worked there for a year and five months). Are those components what really influence the way I act? Nope.

    Over these past few months I've realized something-I am not immature. How did I come to this conclusion? Being around people that were still in the -teen category. In my last blog, I posted about helping with the high school play. And it was a fun, exciting experience.  But, it was also hard in the social aspect; I'm stuck backstage with all these girls and I didn't really have anything to say. Nor, did they. Those times were so awkward, I hated it.
    Last week, I just got done helping with the makeup for another play at the local community college. The director had asked for my help ONE week before opening night. That was definitly stressful. And again, most of the cast was younger then me-and there is where I had the epiphany!

    I can laugh and giggle! Find pleasure in bubbles and simple things! Make random jokes that don't make sense, and dance like a goof to the music in my head-not because I'm immature, but because thats me. I have a silly personality, but I am mature. How did I realize this? Conversations! People in both plays would say certain things and I would just roll my eyes and think "Are you stupid?" And they weren't, their brains just haden't developed yet. I may not be mature in the 'married with a child' sense or mature in the 'real career' sense. BUT, I'm a 26 yr. old woman whos served a mission, gone away to college, I have a job, I have rent payments, and fully researched opinions on a lot of things. I AM mature.

    And finally realizing this, finally coming to terms, that this silly peronality with lots of energy has mature opinions and thoughts on matters that are important to me is both scary and exhilarating. I may not be doing my choice career yet or living where I'd rather be living, or heck I'm not married yet. But I am a grown up now. A silly happy grown up.

"But now and then there are Saturdays. Big temporal tipping points when anythings Possible."

I was introduced to the t.v. show Doctor Who many years ago. But I never had the chance to watch as much as I wanted. Until now! With Netflix, I was able to watch Doctor Who beginning with the 9th Doctor. But because it is netflix, I haven't been able to the 7th season with Matt Smith-maybe someday! I don't know if I'd call myself a Whovian (the name givin' to fans), but I do own a t-shirt, a TARDIS phone case, and quote it occasionally. I'm a fan, but I'm not obsessed, I think? (By the way, the Title of this Post is a Doctor Who quote)

 What else is new? I'm still at that stupid daycare. And I hate it. BUT since school has started I told the boss lady that I wasn't available after 2.30. That way, I can go to the high school and help with the play production. Not only that, but cutting my hours has really helped my stress and happiness and sanity levels. Even though its less pay. Speakin' of the High School, the play is Get Smart and its based in the 1960s. SO, I got to be in charge of buying the wigs and designing the makeup for the actors. Tomorrow will be the first time with makeup, costumes, and wigs; I'm really nervous that stuff will go wrong, because its just going to be me doing it all.

 AND on the subject of makeup and costumes: Halloween is in three days! My "real" costume is a tough Lil Red Riding Hood:. I'm going to use my skillz and give myself a wolf scratch and some other wounds. But, that costumes too violent for work, so I'm going to wear something completely different. AND there's the church dance on Wednesday, I'm the DJ!

 And now, for the meat of this blog. last Saturday, there was a church activity an hour and a half away from where I live. It was an activity for us young single adults to meet other young single adults. Long story short, I met this guy. He was really attached to me, and it was nice. Well, we exchanged numbers to get to know each other better. He even came up this weekend. And I realized-this guy is not for me! He was waaay too touchy. I like being sweet just as much as the next girl, but rubbing my back ALL the time: cooking, brushing my teeth, it kinda drove me crazy. Not to mention through texts and in person I think he told me I was beautiful, amazing and/or a princess every other sentence. Ugh, so not my style. He was talking pretty serious, like marriage in the future serious. So I'm gonna have to call him tomorrow and tell him gently "Not a chance." Funny, I was talking to my mom & dad about him, and they agreed that he wasn't for me. And mom pointed out that I've gone through 4 different guys this year. All four had interest in me, but there wasn't a spark. I joked that they all had the problems. My standards aren't too high, I just know what I want/need. And those are my thoughts.

Making a Life

I've been working at that daycare for seven months. And hoo boy, has it been an experience. I've learned a lot about the "real world" and I gotta say; it's not pleasant. My co-workers talk about each other behind their backs, tattle on one another to the boss, there's no communication, and the worst of the worst: my boss does not know how to do math. I decided to be smart and do the math myself (with Dads help) turns out I'm not getting paid for ALL the hours I've worked. It really ticks me off, and that's IS the last straw, but I'm not quitting 'till April. You may ask why not just quit now. Well I've already asked for a week off in April, and it wouldn't be fair to get a new job then ask for a week off so soon. And besides I really need to save for my my week off.

Which by the way is going to be awesome-my week off in April, that is! I finally get to see the Broadway musical Wicked in Portland, then, drive up to Seattle for a weekend of SakuraCon. Which I'm totally not prepared for! I've paid for my tickets and registration-BUT I have no idea how I'm getting to my destinations or how I'm getting home, NOR do I know where I'm sleeping. Oh and my cosplay for the SakuraCon isn't even finished. *Sigh*

AND finally! I'm in another play! I auditioned for The Hobbit. There were only two girl parts: a lady troll and the eleven queen, then multiple characters that could be either/or. So on the first night of auditions (there were two), I made myself an elf ear out of nose&scar wax just to show my skills. If I didn't get cast I really wanted to do makeup. SO they called me up I've been cast as Elf-Guard 2 AND help with making elf ears, but I hope I get to do more makeup than that.

Speaking of makeup I found an academy I really like. Before I couldn't decide, where to move, which was cheaper, where I could learn more, etc. But the I found the QC Academy and its ONLINE! I get the materials, I learn on my own time, I submit my "homework" on my own time, then I get help where I need it, then a little multiple choice quiz, THEN a certificate, and it's not too badly priced. So now all I gotta do is save up to get out of my hometown-where I just don't know yet.

And in other big news. I was in a actually relationship. It was long distance and it was...nice, I guess. We've known each other for quite a while, but we decided to try the whole boyfriend/girlfriend thing. It lasted like 4 months; but I'm glad i got the experience. Now I know what it feels like to not have chemistry and now I know what I want and not want in a future relationship/husband-which is ya know kinda important.

So, that's it. I just need to save up a bajillion dollars and get out of here. To a bigger city and make a life!