Sunday, September 18, 2011

Orange you kidding?

I dyed my hair bright orange a couple of months ago. When I say bright orange, think Kate Winslet in Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, Mila Jovovich in Fith Element or the leading babe in Run Lola Run. B-r-i-g-h-t orange.

So imagine my surprise when a shop girl asked me if my hair colour was natural. Why, yes. Electrified mandarin is a natural hair colour for Asians.

It's my birthday

My birthday is in two days time, and I'll officially be in my mid-twenties. I feel absolutely old. (Yes, I can also practically hear all of you rolling your eyes in unison... but bear with me.)

My early twenties were completely exhausting when I think about it. I had finished high school and had just graduated from university. I was still testing the waters of life and didn't know what exactly I wanted to do. Evidence? I worked as an official graduation hat putter-on-er, a lollipop lady, a retail sales assistant and a diamond washer for a jewellery company. I didn't know what I wanted to do but I did know that I had to keep busy to get anywhere in life. There was one point were I worked five jobs at once and lost about ten kilos just from running around. Everyone told me that I was young so I could burn the candles at both ends.

But now things are different. I've figured out that social media marketing is a good career choice for me. (Who knew that I could be paid to combine my writing skills and my obsession with Twitter?) I have a secure job. I have an awesome man who I will be living with in a few weeks time. I have a credit card. I go to Sunday barbeques with people who have kids. Half my friends are married. I'm already thinking about my financial future and investment properties.

I kind of want to come home from work and just fucking relax. I don't want to be writing random blog posts because I have hundreds of publicists bothering me. I don't want free tickets to a gig at the expense of my enjoyment and having to spend the next night busily writing something up. I don't want to have to reply to about seventy to a hundred emails every night about random crap. Or always having something at the back of my mind.

I'm at the stage that not only do I not want to burn the candle at both ends, I don't want the candle at all. I want a fucking light switch. With a clapper. So I don't have to get up.

I guess this is what our mid-twenties are for.