Friday the 13th
I’m just going to use up the entire internets with my failed blog efforts. But I can’t give up on the medium, all the cool kids are doing it.
My blogging problems of late are founded in the fact that I feel like if I’m writing a blog, it should be for the blog for which I get paid. But I suppose, career wise, it’s good to have a blogspace of one’s very own. Unless said potential career finds fault in self indulgent ramblings or totally misguided usages of free time.
Here is a list of what’s on my mind on this, the most dastardly of days, Friday the 13th.
-Moving out of Tallahassee. This is always on my mind. No matter where I am, or what I am currently doing. If I was working today, this would be on my mind even harder. Sometimes I like to wake up and scope out apartments on Craigslist for Chicago and Austin, even though I’m not moving for at least a year and a half.
-Finding a job. Again, I don’t need to think about this in earnest for at least a year and a half, and perhaps ‘think’ isn’t quite the correct word. Obsess? Freak out? Lose my mental shit? That sounds more appropriate. Sometimes I wake up and wonder what on earth I’m going to do with a Master’s degree in something like Humanities and how on earth I’m going to compete against people who: 1. Have known what they’ve wanted to do since emerging from the uterus and have planned accordingly their.entire.lives. 2. Have high connections to get jobs that I would kill a hobo for (just joking, potential employer!) 3. Are just generally more talented than I am. I have a hard time pursuing something at which I’m not the very best and it seems I’ve chosen a career path in which I will always be top of the middle.
-The River House. God I love that white trash paradise. I just want to lay around, drink some Beck’s Ultra Light (only 64 cals, gals!) and watch some teenage hoes getting slaughtered. In a movie, I mean. (Again, potential employer, I only add these seemingly disturbing things to show what a kooky sense of humor I have! ). Plus, the weather looks thunderstormy, which is ideal for a Friday the 13th marathon. The last time we did a Friday the 13th marathon at the river house in a thunderstorm all the power went out and we thought for sure that the Sopchoppy Strangler had come for us all.
-Father’s Day and how I am a horrible, disgraceful child for losing my father’s address. I seriously can’t find it anywhere and I don’t want to have to resort to an e-card.
