This is my life, y'all.

So that moderately boring date I went on? The one that I was trying to get out of and then was fairly neutral about the result? Yeah. Well, yesterday that fool cruised off the elevator and into the lobby of my place of work on a razor scooter. Let me repeat that- RAZOR SCOOTER. Random dude I went out with. In my lobby. On a scooter made for a 7 year old. Right. So, that was awkward. What am I even supposed to say? "Nice ride" ? "Good to see you again" ??? Because, I assure you, it was not good to see him again, especially not with what was he was rollin' in on. This isn't really going anywhere-- this is just an aside, by the way.

So, last night, as I was making my delicious dinner by warming up a Lean Cuisine Pepperoni Pizza and cutting up some veggies, I was thinking about how much I've grown since I first moved into my own place. I mean, I used to exclusively eat Lean Pockets and ice cream for crying out loud, and I never used an iron, but now I TOTALLY iron my clothes if they're out-of-control wrinkly. And veggies!?!?! Psh! Who am I?? My mother??? I sometimes go to bed at a responsible hour, I do my laundry fairly regularly, I have a pretty good handle on dishes, and I only eat ice cream as a meal on rare occasions. I guess this is me as a grown up. BASK.

Then this morning I totally got goosebumps listening to the new Justin Beiber song and realized that I'm basically an 11-year-old with a job.



Meow, Justin. Me. Yow.

Updated: I just watched this video AGAIN with Amanda, and besides almost peeing our pants with excitement, I totally got full-body goosebumps again. WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME??