I'm ageing?!

So for those of you that don't know, I have a phobia of growing old. White hairs freak me out and wrinkles don't belong on my face. The other day I even got anti-aging chapstick. So it's a little messed up, but I'm still holding out for the fountain of youth. It's gotta be out there somewhere. Maybe not the actual fountain, but I'm sure there's some super-amazing-blow-your-mind bacteria growing out there in some pond covered by incredibly dense forestation that no man has discovered. I'm sure they'll find it by the time I really need it. They better. It's tough being fully aware every day of my life that I am getting a little older and will eventually shrivel up and sit on benches with other shriveled up old people, other shriveled up Asian people.

I can't decide which woman I am. The blue lady and the one on the end just look upset and the one in purple looks a little crazy. I'll probably be the one in purple. Come on those glasses are hot.

I know you're probably thinking, "Jesus Allison, you will not look like that. Why would you be wearing any of that?" Well you know what old people wear things all the time that don't make sense. Eventually clothing will stop making sense to me and I will be thinking "All those crazy young people in their leotards and their tights!" O wait. I already think that and I'm still sane. (Note to world. That's my stance on leotards and tights used for anything but gymnastics and dancing.) 

But I'm completely off topic.

Basically I went to an event today where I realized I was older than almost all the students there. I'm officially an upperclassman in college. WHAT?! Since when did "Oh you have plenty of time." turn into "You're almost done." SINCE WHEN?! Time is passing faster than ever and I'm getting older and older without noticing it. Some would say that's a good thing considering my paranoia, but those times when I do stop and think about it (such as now) then completely freak me out. I know I'm still young, but how long until I pretend I don't have a birthday anymore? How long until I start saying stupid things like "Age is all in the brain."? 

It's very upsetting. The only thing I can take solace in is the fact that hopefully I won't just be an old woman but an old wise woman. For some reason when I think of that I picture myself as Grandmother Willow from Pocahontas. You know what? I'm ok with that. I will settle for being Grandmother Willow minus being the tree. 

Enough of my craziness though. My young person craziness. Cause old person craziness is just scary. Come on fountain of youth! (and Botox!)

I'm blogging?!

             Blogging...little bits of my brain I'm laying out for anyone to see. It's strange and incredibly uncomfortable to think about, but hey, it might be fun.  I decided to blog for three reasons: the first being Oprah, the second being I'm leaving the country soon and it's an easy way for friends and family to know what's going on with me, and the third being it will look good if I ever get into social media marketing. Gotta think ahead! It might even have an added bonus if this counts as my journal requirement for the study abroad program. Let's hope it does.
            Now let's get Oprah out of the way cause I'm sure you're thinking, "Of course it has to do with Oprah. Everything has to do with Oprah." Maybe not, maybe I'm just thinking that, but there's a 75% chance you at least rolled your eyes when you read that. Anyway...so I stumbled upon an episode of Oprah around 11 at night and it was all about people who are doing the things they love to do and making money doing it. People who are basically living the American dream. They smiled, laughed, cried over being on Oprah, the usual - but they also all gave one bit of advice, "Find your passion and go for it." We've heard it all before, the people who escape the  dreaded cubicle just because they had a dream and never stopped going for it. But what if you have no dream? What if you don't know what your passion is? What do you do then?
           Being one of those unfortunate lost souls, I decided to do the practical thing, as I always do, and go for something I'm good at. Study something that I found at least interesting. I went into marketing. I like seeing the strategy behind a sale. I like seeing how one sucks in the consumer. Do I love it? I don't know yet.
           So this blog is my leap, my brainstorm session, and my public journal. It's my journey for success in the little things and the grand scheme that is my life. Cause one thing's for sure. I'm goin' places, whether it be New York next week, Budapest two weeks after that, or an amazing-soul-sucking-gratifying-(insert adjective) career years from now. I'm goin' places...I just don't know where. Let the wandering begin!