The Mature and Responsible Thing to Do

I've been thinking a lot about how my life is different now that I'm twenty (because it so totally is, and I'm not being sarcastic).  No, but f'reals, I feel a lot lately like I'm supposed to make real people decisions and be in charge of all my schtuffs.  What ever happened to safety nets?

But also I'm twenty.  Isn't that when people go out and do crazy things and learn about random new skills and meet people who change their lives and are just a tad irresponsible?
Apparently not at Stanford.  Everyone here is too busy changing the world and securing their summer internships with the Dalai Lama or McKinsey Consulting.  But I don't really like that.  It drives me a little bit crazy.  I've always been a bit of an over-planner, but I feel myself pulling back from planning every facet of my life and more and more just going with the flow.

And so Wednesday I was feeling blue.

Call it post-birthday slump, call it being hormonal, call it whatever, I was just a little down.

So being the twenty-year-old that I am, I took the high road on this one.  Meaning I bought a bunch of orange juice, skipped work for the day, and laid in bed and watched The Incredibles. Yes, I am quite the responsible adult.

Stupid life responsibilities and the way they make it impossible for me to travel my way into a bajillion debt without worrying about how I would sustain myself.  Maybe realizing I have to be responsible is enough for this year round, right?

Hold that thought. I'm off to send a billion emails to professors and write a couple cover letters and then practice climbing up the walls in my hallway.  Oh and I had cereal for dinner today.

Celebrate Good Times, COME ON!

I hope you sang the title as you read it.  That was my intention.

Recently, I turned 20 years old.  Old old old.  Okay, I'm not at all old.  I'm twenty years young.  So young, that I spent the weekend not thinking about school at all and instead taking a road trip to southern California.

While there I spent time:

• Eating with the fam

• Cruising the streets of Hollywood

• Oggling Blake Griffin

• Chilling with some princesses

• Forcing Marcus and Puke to step out of their comfort zones

• Dancing with Mr. Incredible

• Getting in powdered sugar fights in public

• and generally having a blast

By the way, Mr. Incredible is a FLIRT.  Just don't tell Elastigirl about our little encounter.  (I would also like to add that I was not overly flirtatious and that if anything, Mr. Incredible was coming on to me.  But that doesn't mean I didn't enjoy it.)

But TWO DECADES.  I mean, that is a looong time. Bring on two more?

Deleted Databases and Other Such Treasures

When I started my job, they all immediately liked me.  Because I was good at the facebooks.  And I am the social media expert around the office.  Little do they know I got a LinkedIn and Twitter account only a week before I started.  They were amazed by how I could stalk Stanford alumni via the internets.

Technology.  Man oh man technology.  Did you know it only takes a couple of clicks to delete a database that takes months to build?  I know that.  I know it from experience.

Weirdly, I didn't feel that stressed.  I mean, granted there was a period of ten minutes where I freaked out, thought I was going to be fired, and considered taking infinity Stanford swag from the office on my way out, but after that, I just didn't let myself think about it.  Even though it was a pretty big problem.

They were pretty cool about it at work though. "If you're gonna mess, up, you might as well mess up big, right?" No, Mr. Boss-man, there is no logic behind that.  If, however, it lets me keep my job, I will alternate between my "Oh No!" face and a smile until you leave me to get back to my work.

Also, when I got to work, this guy was sitting at my usual desk:

And I never got any sort of explanation as to what he was doing there.  Which is weird because it's not really a play pranks type of office.  And also I felt like I had to let J. Biebs take my spot all day.

I think I have a soft spot for cardboard cutouts of celebrities that I don't actually like that much.  Although . Biebs has some catchy songs, don't get me wrong.

Oh and btws this is the first time in my life where the people who sign my checks are the same people that I work for.  So maybe I should have been more concerned.  Weird.

Well, that's all folks.  I should be studying for an econ midterm that I have tomorrow, but really who needs good grades.....

I came to DANCE DANCE DANCE

I am about to post a picture of myself doing something that all Gamboa girls (and possibly just all Gamboas) do. Don't judge me.

No, I am not being really bad at posing and at the same time narcissistic (which also might be a Gamboa feature), I am in fact dancing in front of a mirror.

And while the real attention-getter in this picture might be the nast smudges on my mirror or the fact that my side of the room looks cleaner than Kelsey's (WHAAAAAA????), that's not what this post is about.

It's actually about my dancing shoes, which, predictably, are generally flip flops.

I got complimented on Saturday night on the fact that I am a good dancer (I am sure other Gamboa children have experienced this as well).  I don't actually think I'm a good dancer.  Instead, I think that I am not afraid to look stupid in front of large crowds of people, and more importantly I dance like I am having fun.  This is surprisingly rare in dancing places.  People like to watch people who are having fun, hence the compliments on the moves.  I know I'm not the only Gamboa to get made fun of for an overly expressive dancing face.

Other cool weekend activities include:

• Teaching myself several adobe software programs in order to create the new header at the top of my blog.  Did you notice?  This is my first time using fireworks, photoshop, or illustrator so don't judge. (Do I say that phrase too often?)  Oh, and I took all of the pics myself (except the first one).  I'm really proud of the sunny Stanford pic.  
• Planning next weekend's epic L.A. road trip extravaganza with one KTrone.
• Attempting to lead the VERY small ward choir.  
• Listening to Marcus' newly developed ukulele skills.  
• Shamelessly making myself a youtube playlist of Love songs for the holiday and listening to them by myself.  And not even feeling bitter. (really, I am not being sarcastic)
• and engaging in general tomfoolery.  ooh and i watched a Meg Ryan chick flick (I.Q. if you must know) by myself on Saturday night.  

All in all, a good weekend.  :)

Also, I feel like I have a ridiculously high number of pictures of myself on this sucker right now.  I promise to rectify this in the future with less pictures of this mug.