So I'm sitting in the lovely state of North Carolina realizing that my life is a little ridiculous right now. And not in a good way. More in a I'm feeling a little bit like Alexis Bledel in Post Grad way. Which sucks because I hated that movie.
Only I don't even have the cute boy/friend, or the skeevy boyfriend, or the influx of failed job interviews. Because I haven't even been offered a job interview yet.
I do, however, have a great brother. And church once a week. So, you know, there's that.
Okay, yes. It sounds like I'm complaining. Which I guess I sort of am. But really, I'm just wondering how I can spend all yesterday researching appropriate positions at publishing houses, wake up early (well, before noon) to start penning my cover letters, and end up spending two hours researching MA programs in Mythology/Folklore. In California.
The question of the hour seems to be: do I apply for a job at B&N and start writing essays, or reach for the stars and hope a publishing house calls me back? Both options are equally unappealing at the moment, but seem wonderful in the realm of 6 months from now.
I feel especially adrift after reading Kate's wonderful blog about the joys of J-school at Mizzou (miss you, darling) and MC's bi-monthly rants on how difficult and fulfilling and hot masters programs are. In Texas. Guys, I really miss you. And all my other lovely ladies.
On a positive note, I'm on my 2nd day of Zumba dvds. Zero professional life=the inclination to do something positive with your out of shape keister. Dottie, I never fail to think of you and the Julianne whenever I wake up early to work out. Work, school, and a boyfriend, and you still made a date with her nearly every day. Thanks for being my internal motivation.
Now, let's see how many months it takes for someone to realize I finally blogged. Eventually I hope to work my posts up to once every equinox. The one in March should be full of happy springtime thoughts. You'll just have to deal with the dying-leaves drama for now.