All Things Old...

I'm officially old now.  So old I don't even get an age on the birthday badge that my mother insists on getting me every year.  I can legally do everything in every country and there's no more barriers to cross.  It's a little depressing.

I'm feeling a bit more Lily Allen than Taylor Swift about being 22.  But it's not all doom and gloom, I got some good gifts; a tartan skirt ready for when I go to Blythecon next month.  I also got two bottles of Killer Queen, which I LOVE...

But you know me and my Katy Perry addiction.  I haven't actually had all of my presents yet.  I've had nothing from the boyfriend, or my best mate because she's only just gotten back from holiday.  So that's something to look forward to.

I've decided to use my new found age as motivation to take action.  I need to go out less and take control of my life.  I hated every moment of my degree and since leaving university I haven't used it at all, which means that it wasn't worthwhile and definitely isn't worth the infinite amounts of money I now owe.  I'm going to take action, and try to get a real job, in the industry that I want to work in.  Something that I'll enjoy.  

I also need to earn some real money.  Being an adult is expensive; I'm not a fan.  So I've gotten a new job at a local pub to get some extra dollar in without sitting around the house so much.  Going to have to try and find the motivation to get out of bed in the mornings now.

Operation Adult is go...