Adulthood

I was discussing with my mom the practice of calling people by his/her first name. Growing up, unless specifically told otherwise, my friends' parents were always Mr. and Mrs. So and so. Now, as I get older, it's much more common to call my friends' parents by their first names. I kinda feel like the threshold of adulthood is crossed when all adults are referred to using their first names. It's this little club where everyone is on a first name basis and we're all considered to be on the same respect level. I don't have to talk "up" so to speak.

Other things that come with adulthood- paying my own phone bill. I've been looking into the costs of a phone bill and have to say that I wish you could pay a flat rate for texts and pay an additional charge for talk time. I rarely use my phone for a phone call. Texting, however, comprises 95% of all phone communication for me. I hate that I have to pay a minimum of close to $40 for 450 minutes of talk time (of which I'll probably use maybe 20 a month) and then another $20 to text. Why can't I switch those around? Pay $40 to text and then, if I want to, I can add in minutes? Lame lame lame. However, I think as a present to myself for landing a job, I might get an iPhone. I'm a sucker for Apple products. I get that they're over priced and what not, but I love them anyway. So fun. So sleek. So snazzy. Even when their products don't function 100% (like my laptop battery), their customer service is even fun. I didn't mind being on hold for a while today because their hold music is good music. None of that elevator music baloney. Kinda awkward when you're caught singing along though.

Also, with any luck, I got the job selling bras part-time in our mall. I realized that there is a potential I might end up selling bras to future students. Hah. I can't even begin to imagine how mortifying it would have been for me in high school if I had seen a teacher while I was buying a bra. Or worse, a thong. Granted, most of my teachers were all old enough to retire.

Speaking of clothing, it is strange to be home. At school, I hated doing laundry. Who doesn't? I lived in the dorms, I mean, residence halls, all four years. That means four years of scrounging for quarters. And when a machine would eat a quarter? And you had counted out exact change? Frustrating. Not to mention the hassle of dragging your laundry to the laundry room, scouting out free washers/dryers, waiting for it to finish, coming back to find a load finished early and some punk put all your clean clothes scattered about on a table, dragging it back to your room and then folding it. Thus, I avoided laundry for as long as possible. I could make it a good 3ish weeks before I had to do a new load. Which is why I was disconcerted when my mom had me bring my laundry down since it was laundry day. She had just done laundry last week for goodness sake! Very unnerving. But, I'm always a fan of more clean clothes. Could be good to live at home next year.