That moment when I try to tip the meatloaf pan over the sink to get rid of the dribbly fat, and end up dropping the entire meatloaf.

Housewifery will probably never be achieved.

I’m very okay with that.

I told Emily last night that I think 23 is the best age to be, because 22 is still young and 24-25 (as far as I can tell) is when you should start getting your shit together. And at 23, it feels like it’s okay to be a little bit of a hot mess. She said, “Let’s be 23 forever.”

This was after we went to a comedy show, while at bar #1, and before we went to a party and bar #2. Just an all-around enjoyable night.

So, the meatloaf disaster is NBD.

….Maybe my level 1 classes of yoga and pilates don’t count but WHATEV.

You ask for your package, annoyed because you never got a packing slip. They ask for ID, which is justified but annoying because you walked all the way down to see if MAYBE they have been hoarding your packages (they have). You run out, saying something really bitchy, because they were bitchy, too. Then you get to the front door, only to have to turn right back around and ask for help, because you forgot your key. And when you saw your intercom unhooked the other day, you thought, “I’ll deal with that later, no one ever uses it, anyway.”

Well, yeah, because it’s unhooked.

And back to the office you go, forced to ask them to let you into the building…IDless, wet hair, no makeup, and smelling of spray tan.

Good day.

• I am still really upset that I’m not in Florida right now
• I took one step closer to avoiding skin cancer today when I stopped at CVS, basically against my own will, and bought sunscreen. Then I took five steps closer to acquiring skin cancer when I walked out the front door and realized I left the sunscreen on the table, but was too lazy to walk back up the stairs and unlock the door.
• I got an A- in Radio Reporting, making it a 3.9 for the semester. I know, cry me a river. I definitely didn’t deserve any form of an A, so I should be happy. Meh.
• I’ve been spending money like there’s no tomorrow. But if there is a tomorrow, I’ll spend a hefty chunk of change on body art. *I hope*
• I’ve also not been working out. Oops. Kind of…
• I’ve been eating my roommates sweet potato fries. But she’s in Florida, so…
• I just willingly listened to “Call Me Maybe.”

I think the last one is the worst.

“If you are looking for someone to team up with, either in a romantic relationship or in a business context, do not pick the first person who shows interest! You had better shop around if you want to find the perfect partner — or at least a partner who will be able to provide everything you truly need. It can be flattering when someone makes an effort to be a part of your life, but that doesn’t always mean they deserve to be there. It’s not only fine to be picky, it is smart to be picky!”

lalalalalalala….

So is vacation. Before it started.

My mom and I were supposed to go to Florida tomorrow but now we can’t because Neil has to have some sort of procedure done. I am trying really hard not to be upset but now there are a lot of things to do; things I was putting off until after vacation, when my mind was cleared. Now I HAVE to get back to the gym, have to start working on my summer projects, have to get some serious work-related stuff done. I was so relying on this vacation to get me back where I need to be, mentally and physically (because I keep getting sick), and now I don’t have that.

But all I REALLY wanted out of this vacation was a tan. Time to start slathering on the tanning lotion once more. Ugh.

My first full day of 23, I met one of my idols, Bethenny Frankel. The next day, yesterday, I had a fever. I feel a little better today…what’s next?

I have tons and tons of editing that needs to be done within the next day or two, and yet I’m about to watch an episode of 30 Rock and call it a night. You know why? Because I worked for 8 hours on a Sunday, and now that it’s past midnight, it’s my fucking birthday.

Celebrated last night and had the best time. It was a hot mess in so many ways, from losing half of my party to waking up with a still-bleeding gash in my foot, but I had a great time. My mom is coming in 12ish hours for lunch and we’re going to take the NBC Studio Tour, and I feel like we’re going to Disney. Oh wait, we are!

Pushing the evil thoughts of edits out of my head until the morning, when I’ve set aside some time for those and laundry. Then birthday fun, then class, then more birthday fun.

It is also worth noting that I wore an extremely risky dress last night and felt great in it.

One of my BIGGEST goals for this summer is to do a LOT of reading…both for pleasure and knowledge. I’m in the process of developing a reading list because there is no better way to spend finals week than by avoiding your work and planning ahead for summer. The list has been going in my head for a little while now, so I’ll inevitable leave stuff out. Tweet me your ideas for more!

• Perfect and Tilt by Ellen Hopkins
• Skinnydipping by Bethenny Frankel (duh!)
• A Room of One’s Own by Virginia Woolf (for class in the fall)
• Live from NY: An Uncensored History of SNL
• Smart is the New Rich by Christine Romans
• The Next Big Story by Soledad O’Brien

Yeah, this is kinda short because I’m obviously forgetting them. I’d like to read up on comedy and women for my own personal beats. And if I have time, and feel like it, I’d like to re-read:

• Is Everyone Hanging Out Without Me by Mindy Kaling
• Bossypants by Tina Fey
• Lunch in Paris by Elizabeth Bard

And this is why I deserve to go to #NerdProm.

Happy finals!