The Roaring Twenties

That's what they called the decade. Well, so far, I'm all of 22 and it seems like I've spent the entire last two years roaring - but not in a good way.

I am a student suffering the misfortune of graduating in 2009, struggling to find a job, somewhere to live and some sort of healthy relationship, all in between deadlines.

On March 5th, I lost an election. Had I won, I would have had a full-time job for the next year and everything would be fine - until, of course, I started this whole process again then. That evening, I drank a lot of wine, cried, fell down the stairs and stumbled home with messy hair and smudged makeup, where I proceeded to fall into bed. I sobbed my way through an Alternative Media lecture the next day and watched, almost surprised, as the world carried on turning around me.

As it tends to do, after a few days of occasional crying fits, lots of moping and a less than thrilling shift in a call centre, life went on as usual. My mum sent me some chocolate through the post, which was nice.

So now, here I am, almost a month later, at 3:22am, scouring the internet 'looking for' and 'applying for' jobs, which really translates to blogging and drinking alone. I make sure just to buy Lambrini - I can't waste my money on proper wine. It's quite strange that it's 3:22am, considering we had no 1am-1:59am. I think the first sign of aging is complaining that you've lost an hour of sleep when the clocks go forward, and tragically, I have begun to do this.

The second sign, quite possibly, is this insane broodiness I've been feeling lately. I suspect this has been sparked by all the old school friends I've added on Facebook - at least half of them have kids now. The sensible part of me knows that I don't want a baby yet - after all, what on earth would I do with it? I'd probably accidentally put it in the washing machine and just hope it got nice and dry on the spin cycle, because I don't have a tumble dryer and I can hardly drape it over the clothes horse.

This blog exists for me to rant and ramble about the every day goings on - interviews, deadlines, graduation, and all the silly little thoughts that go through my head.

The 'quarter-life crisis' is apparently enough of a phenomonen to have its own Wikipedia page and over 200 thousand results on Google, so I'm here to document mine.