Hello Everyone,
I'm Twixter Two.
Now what a 'twixter' is should be addressed somewhere in the beginning of this blog.
My personal definition: one who realizes all too quickly that the responsibilities and harsh reality of growing up sure makes growing up not as awesome as previously thought. (Refer to Time Magazine if you want a more official definition).
As a college freshman, you don't think about the greatness of living off credit between jobs, or working crappy retail because you need seasonal money on top of another disappointing part time job, because that "dream career" isn't quite here yet. No. You think about having your own place, settling down, and magically landing that dream lifestyle that everyone told you was possible if you try hard enough.
I try pretty hard, and I'll tell you I'm still not even close yet.
I am currently in my 5th year of college as a film major. My immediate response is to defensively explain why I'll be taking an extra year to complete college. I usually say, "I changed majors the middle of my sophomore year, so I have some catching up to do. Yes, I did change my major, but that doesn't change the fact I took only 12 units for the past five semesters. I don't regret it; the issues in my life (possibly addressed in a later blog) would have made passing all my classes nearly impossible. But, now I am a super senior. At least I finally found the major I think I love and still maintain a 3.5 GPA.
A few facts about my life:
I'm getting married on July 11 to the most amazing guy I know. We've been dating for about four years now and I am so excited. A lot of my blog will be about how married life affects my school work and career. According to my fellow Twixter Generation, I'm getting married pretty young. (I'm 21.)
My fiance and I were accepted into a film program in L.A. where you participate in a TV/Film internship in Hollywood. I'll be living in good 'ol Los Angeles only a few minutes (in L.A. time) from Twixter One. I don't even have the words to explain how excited I am to be immersed in the world of Hollywood all next semester.
I am currently working on a documentary that I'm hoping will change my life. (At least a little). I am still debating on if I want to talk specifics here since Twixter One and I are still discussing how anonymous we want to keep this blog. I guess it all depends on what we actually blog about.
Well, that's the run down on me, Twixter Two. Hope you enjoy.
Friday, June 26, 2009
Hi, I'm Twixter One
When I was little, all I ever wanted to be was a grown up. I was always described as "mature for my age" and thought talking to the adults was much more fun than playing tag with the kids.
Then one day I woke up with a degree being mailed to my parents house, with no job, no money, and no place to live. I spent the next six-months bumming in my on-campus apartment and living off of my credit card.
I took me five-months to become gainfully employed and another month to find a place that would let me wear my rainbows and converses to work every day if I liked. The fact of the matter is that condition was even more important than health insurance.
So I made the jump and moved an hour North to Burbank, CA where I am currently spending my days working as an executive assistant and my nights sleeping on a cot on an old professors floor. I eat breakfast and lunch out of the company refrigerator and enjoy Wendy's 99 cent menu for dinner.
Hello, may name is Twixter One, and yes, I'm a part of Generation Y.
Hold on, you may pause - what exactly IS a Twixter?
A twixter is a twenty something who basically refuses to grow up. They jump continuously from job to job, they live at their parents house, and never understand the definition of 'cash' because money always comes on plastic.
I never thought I'd become a twixter. Growing up seemed glamorous, exciting. I always dreamed of getting that perfect job straight out of college and moving into that perfect urban apartment. I wanted everything, including the white pickett fence.
Well, I sold the white pickett fence for gas money.
But at least now I'm on my way. I still have more plastic than paper, and I'm beginning to look longingly and gratefully at those squeaky college bunk beds. But I've got a new car (story for a later post), a new city, and a new job.
And as of today, a new blog. Hope you enjoy - I'm sure it'll be a road trip to remember (but not necessarily one to re-try!)
Then one day I woke up with a degree being mailed to my parents house, with no job, no money, and no place to live. I spent the next six-months bumming in my on-campus apartment and living off of my credit card.
I took me five-months to become gainfully employed and another month to find a place that would let me wear my rainbows and converses to work every day if I liked. The fact of the matter is that condition was even more important than health insurance.
So I made the jump and moved an hour North to Burbank, CA where I am currently spending my days working as an executive assistant and my nights sleeping on a cot on an old professors floor. I eat breakfast and lunch out of the company refrigerator and enjoy Wendy's 99 cent menu for dinner.
Hello, may name is Twixter One, and yes, I'm a part of Generation Y.
Hold on, you may pause - what exactly IS a Twixter?
A twixter is a twenty something who basically refuses to grow up. They jump continuously from job to job, they live at their parents house, and never understand the definition of 'cash' because money always comes on plastic.
I never thought I'd become a twixter. Growing up seemed glamorous, exciting. I always dreamed of getting that perfect job straight out of college and moving into that perfect urban apartment. I wanted everything, including the white pickett fence.
Well, I sold the white pickett fence for gas money.
But at least now I'm on my way. I still have more plastic than paper, and I'm beginning to look longingly and gratefully at those squeaky college bunk beds. But I've got a new car (story for a later post), a new city, and a new job.
And as of today, a new blog. Hope you enjoy - I'm sure it'll be a road trip to remember (but not necessarily one to re-try!)