I have 3 more weeks to say, "I have a full-time job." Never mind that my days are currently filled with watching full movies on YouTube (Some Kind of Wonderful, Little Women, and Now and Then)I have a job. That pays me money. And makes me feel like I have a purpose. I have 3 more weeks.
People love to ask graduates what our future plans are with alarming frequency and impressive feigned interest. They don't care what I do, and I find myself getting winded just explaining what I've been doing the last few years before I even get to what my tentative plans are. Nobody cares, it's just what you ask. And you know what the worst and most confusing answer is? "Nothing."
I'm doing nothing. I got no food, I got no job, my pets' HEADS ARE FALLING OFF. I am moving back into my parents' house in 3 weeks. While that may be normal now, while many other people maybe doing the same thing, it's embarrassing for all of us. I'm going back to the Valley. I'm getting a passport, and reclaiming my nationality of "Valley Trash." Which, to be fair, is much better than LA trash, so I have that going for me.
I have no moral to this story, only that I'm embarrassed and depressed at the thought of being embarrassed and depressed. I will once again have to answer my father's incessant bird-calls while he sifts through bills in his underwear. This is my immediate future.
Let's get through this together, one blog at a time.
Don't be depressed. Do something cool...like cook all of the recipes in Mario Batali's cookbook and write a blog about each one and call it, "Batali ala Blatter." Then you could become a huge Italian-American man...sounds fun right?
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