25-Skiddoo

This photo has nothing to do with this blog. I like to imagine them cheering for neckties. "Up with neckties!"
This photo has nothing to do with this blog. I like to imagine them cheering for neckties. "Up with neckties!"

This summer our Christie Chisholm endeavored to experience a handful of new things before turning 25. This was based on a similar undertaking made by Marisa Demarco around her 25th birthday--25 new things in 25 days. I thought I'd keep this evolving process alive now that, as of yesterday, I am no longer 25. Entering my late-'20s I thought it a good idea to devise a list of immature shenanigans I never want to experience again.

1. Puking in the street.

Sigh. Just as my stint as a 26-year-old woman began, a birthday shot left me engaging in this vile activity. Ridiculous. Disgusting. Puke. Not too many things evoke as much self-loathing as puking in the street.

2. Dumb piercings.

Removed. I got my belly-button piercing from a hippy when I was 18. She did such a bad job, it was infected for months. The folks at Evolution were horrified. Now have a pretty wicked, crater-like scar.

3. Going for months without a haircut/home dye.

Well-groomed hair is a mark of a grown-up person. After a few years of black dye, I've finally gotten my hair back to it's natural color and learned of the glory of regular haircuts.

4. Financial strife.

I won't even go into it, but let's just say I'm recovering from stupid decisions I made at age 19. To help, my Dad gave me a book on finances. It's got an awful title--something about "young and fabulous"--and a picture of a woman with frosted hair, but I'm reading that fucker.

5. Bad manners.

I guess I should clean up my foul mouth. I have to say though, over all I'm a reasonably well-mannered person. But there's always room for improvement, and as an adult, I will take a more active interest in others, write thank you notes and e-mail responses more promptly, and for the love of Dick Knipfing, stop slouching.