Yesterday the Super Bowl happened. I did not watch it. Instead, I responded to a fateful craigslist advertisement offering a free cat to a good home and now the little fuzzball is curled up next to me on my futon and I'm very content.
The whole situation was curious because I realized how much I have changed as a person and continue to change. The high school version of myself would have gone to church Sunday morning with my Jesus loving boyfriend and his family, and watched the Super Bowl for it's halftime show and to root against whichever team had the least godly players or something ridiculous like that. I would have probably even hopped on the uber ignorant "THIS IS AMERICA AND WE SPEAK AMERICAN" bandwagon in response to the Coke ad and would not have gotten why the Bob Dylan car commercial is a giant slap in the face to anyone that ever really believed in Bob Dylan because what's more American than America? Ew. Anyone that I went to high school with can attest to the fact that High School Ashlee sucked (main supporters of that movement are Kaitlin Weiler and Christopher Johnson, both of whom became and/or stayed my friend after the fact, thanks guys).
Then we move on to the college version of me. First and foremost, if I was not working, I would have most definitely been drunk for Super Bowl Sunday. I probably would have gone out of my way to make sure that would be a thing that happened, honestly. I would have seriously watched the game because football is actually fun to watch (in my opinion) and not really paid attention to the commercials or really the controversy around any of them. During commercials I would have been making myself another drink, peeing, or yelling about something that happened during the game itself. Actually it wasn't ever that bad of a plan, but those plans are a lot easier when almost all of your friends live within a 5 block radius and at least one of those households has cable or you have cable because you still live on campus and have a roommate with a nice television. College Ashlee also watched football a lot because I liked to be respected as "one of the boys" but never really was. I admit that now. I know there is a former houseful of males that are like THANK GOD she finally gets it. Whatever. I was still a lot of fun, assholes.
Now we're at the postgraduate version of me. I have not watched a football game in quite some time. Your priorities really change when you have no legitimate access to cable other than Hulu or going all the way out to the suburbs. Priorities also change when you don't boys that are absolutely obsessed with football or have coworkers that talk about football NON STOP ALL DAY (heyyyyy Rogan's) anymore. Also, meeting new people at gatherings is significantly less exciting when you're on a dating strike and in need of a kittyfriend more than anything else. Football is still fun to watch buuut I just don't have anything invested because Johnny Knox broke his back and retired.
I could be a lot more deep and insightful with you all but I try not to slam this blog with multiple posts that have a lot of feelings all the time. Also none of you shared my blog so THAT'S WHAT YOU GET. Just kidding. Kind of. Either way, thinking about how much I've changed in just the past year is a bit unsettling because I feel like everyone expects that (if you choose to go) college will be the most tumultuous years of your life. In reality, I think I've grown just as much in the past 11.5 months as I did in my 3.66 years of college. I don't know, guys. It's just weird. I went from bible-thumping-future-pastor's-wife-band-kid to... well, I don't really know how I'd describe myself now. Broke bitch? Starving writer? Underemployed and confused 20-something? Single lady? Broke-starving-underemployed-single-20-something-confused-writer-bitch-lady? Dramatic?
Dramatic. That's it. Dramatic. I was pretty dramatic in high school and was always like "I hate drama blah blah blah I'm going to cry about it" but now I am very much aware that I am dramatic and I own the fact that I cry very easily when provoked. I also know that I make rash decisions when I'm bored. Basically High School Ashlee didn't know she was dramatic and Postgrad Ashlee is very aware of it. Okay I'm done talking about this, now. OVER IT (coughDRAMATICcough).
So instead of watching the Super Bowl I responded to an ad on craigslist offering a free cat, but only if someone could come pick him up that day. I've been wanting a cat here in Chicago for a while and since my beloved Charles is not allowed to come with me (per my mom), I jumped on the slightly shady opportunity. I texted the person about 8-month-old 'Simba' and received a picture of a furry little guy hiding in a corner. My roommate and I left shortly thereafter to get him, and after a very quick handoff we had very loud orange kitty in the backseat of my car. Also, he has been renamed George because the name Simba for an orange cat is probably the worst idea ever unless you're 10 years old.
Here's George formerly known as Simba:
DATING STRIKE UPDATE:
1) I don't think I won my date with George Clooney because I should be on a plane right now.
2) I gave out my phone number at the bar on Saturday night. Don't worry, it's not going anywhere because I didn't show up to a party on Sunday I said I'd go to and also I'm on strike. Shootdarn.
3) Someone texted me to tell me they had a dirty dream about me.
4) Someone else sent me an unsolicited inappropriate snapchat and I was so caught off guard I couldn't even screen shot it to make all my close friends feel uncomfortable with me.
5) I adopted a kitty and named him George. Refer to point #1.
6) I'm seriously considering starting a Tinder and blogging about it after the dating strike ends because, as this list suggests, I always meet the best characters. Also people in the reviews kept talking about the genuinely nice people they meet on it so that's cool too I guess?
kthankstheendbyeeeeexoxoxo
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