It's been a pretty long time since I posted. When in actual fact I have started to write numerous posts without publishing. It would actually be incredibly hard to blog everyday. I'm not in a place to offer any pearls of wisdom or nuggets of advice. Very few appropriate funny things have happened me of late. None of y'all want to hear about what irritates me these days because the list is endless...a little like my to-do list!

I'm stuck in that really annoying intro to the song. There's the beat and a vague tune in the background but there's a good 60secs before you hit the good stuff. But you're driving and can't fast forward on the ipod so you have to listen to it. Nothing to sing along too, nothing to dance too, just cruising and waiting (semi) patiently!

THIS IS EXACTLY WHERE MY LIFE IS AT.

A colleague advised me to write a short book all about Tuesdays today. I must complain about them more than I realize. Today alone, I can confidently conclude that the best way to survive the Tuesday blues is to avoid...

1. Getting on the wrong side of a friend. Tuesday is bad enough with adding out of date salt to the chips.

2. Buying DVD players that stop working on Tuesday morning during Friends. Especially when you just got your hands on the full seasons 1-10 on boxset.

3. Wearing skinny jeans with pumps to work where you play tennis and soccer on a regular basis.

4. Watching all your weekend TV on Monday. You have no choice but to embrace the Tuesday so you may as well save something to pass the time.

5. Going home at all costs. If your name is debs, 23yrs old, capricorn, likes sushi....then the quality of your mood correlates indirectly with the number of hours spent at home in the day.

I want to tell you about a little guy, Ned, aged 4, blonde hair and blue eyes.

He is the first kid that turns up to program, and the last kid to leave. He was the first kid I met and not one day goes by where he doesn't make me smile. Every t shirt he owns has the word 'surf' on front and he likes to slide over the floor telling everybody to "look at my belly". He likes to throw cookies at brand new computer screens and every new person that comes through the door he likes to grab onto, tell secrets too and make his new best friend. He likes to start something new every 5mins and likes to use scissors in every activity, including basketball. He thinks to score a goal in soccer you have to throw the ball and the goalie has to catch it. He likes to play badminton but the racket he uses is taller than he is. He paints outside the lines. He makes me read a story about Noddy and a bunch of chickens everyday. So far he has introduced me to 7 imaginary friends, all called Ziggy and he doesn't have an indoor voice.

I really wish I was 4 again and that the only thing I had to worry about was having enough time to play with Ziggy before bed at 7:30pm!

The Boomerang Generation.

Basically this is the official term for those of us who have been forced back home after years of freedom because we have no money. We are broke because of student loans and overdrafts, we can't get jobs because there institutions are firing instead of hiring and in the years leading up to financial crisis, we have grown accustomed to a consumerist lifestyle that we can no longer support. I'll admit that I took student loans un-necessarily and now I'm paying the price.

Here's some facts......to get on the property ladder today, I would need about £40,ooo deposit. I have round about £17,000 student debt. The average starting salary for a graduate is £24,000. I still have one more year of school to put myself through so do the maths and work out potentially how long it could be before I get out of here! Thank goodness for renting.

I paint a very dull picture but it's not all bad. The practical advantages of living at home probably far outweigh the disadvantages. But it messes with your headspace. The independance that you lose is a hard hit, and I struggle to find ways to maintain that independance and the maturity that stems from that. But at the end of the day I share a car and a house with my family, similar to when I was at school. When I have done so much since school. Somedays it feels like all my adventures since turning 18 were a dream!

But for now, I'm happy enough and I will work my way through the year and make a tiny dent in the debt. There is little use worrying about it because it's not going to go away!

Today my facebook status stood as "Monday should be an adjective". It's a word that embodies many many things but I think I nailed it. I just sat staring out my window for 16 minutes and 13secs without even realizing. I know this for certain because I listened to Jimmy Eat World's Goobye Sky harbour completely. I never get past the first 5mins, but, because it is Monday I was able to because I was tired, the weekend is still too far away to get excited about, I was bored and generally life was so completely un-interesting that there was nothing better to do. I was Monday. The world was Monday. In simpler terms....

Mondays is likened to a disease. Have you caught a case of the Mondays? Like mumps. Or sniffles.

If Monday was a CD.....Daniel Powter Bad day, Eminem Kill You, Terra Naomi Vicodin Song, Blurry Puddle of Mudd.

If Monday was a color it would be mustard.

If Monday was a pair of shoes it would be loafers.

But, at the end of the day...Tuesdays are actually worse!

Rage. Anxiety. Contentment.

3 feelings, states of mind, emotions that are predominant in my life of late. At any one time, you will find me either completely angry at the world, often instigated by something minor or worried sick about something usually out of my control or simply content to lock myself away in my bedroom and let the world pass by with relatively no bother.

Then you get a big slap in the face. You realize that your being ridiculous raging out at the world because it gets you nowhere and definitely does not bring out the best in you. You realize that there is no point worrying because things work themselves out in the end always. Or reality hits and you have to leave your bedroom and deal with what's outside whether it's people or your job or a to-do list miles long dating back to June.

Call Vodafone.
Call the bank.
Email back the 52 people who contacted you over the summer.
Fill in that pile of forms sitting on the floor beside your desk.
Read the 7 books you bought for summer reading.
Laundry.
Scrub the stain off your carpet that looks like your cat pooped on it.
Sort out all the crap you stuffed under your bed over the summer just to get rid of it.
Stop being lazy and go for a run.
Develop the 693 photo's you've been storing since Christmas.
Take up all your work pants so you don't look like a kid pretending to be an adult at work.
Delete or watch everything you taped on sky plus over the summer.
Write in your journal.

And now I have successfully un-inspired myself to blog.