Waiting Room

I want to write, but nothing is coming out. It's probably the first time this has happened. Nothing seems cohesive enough.

-Visiting the assistant news director to have my resume tape critiqued. I have concluded that my tape is probably sufficient, but that I'm nothing special.

-Graduation is soon. All I can think about is getting money because I have almost none. I feel guilty for this.

-I continued my job search today. No one wants to hire someone who might have to leave, so I'll have to start lying.

-Laying in bed and feeling the night breeze on my legs. My window is eternally open since I kicked the glass out during a tickling rampage.

-Registering for a course at ACC for the summer to finish my Spanish major. The people there are so nice, but their web site is awful.

-Extremely worried about how to handle the next few months

-My head hurts.

-Happy, somehow.

My life feels stagnant. It's like I'm treading water, but I'm getting bored and tired. I want something to HAPPEN. I want to know my future.