I'm back again, and hope to resume blogging regularly now that Summer is approaching. My summer plans are anybodys guess. At some point, though, I'm going to have to start looking for a job -- as in, a job that doesnt involve sprinkles and selling yogurt to skinny teenage girls who think they're too fat. In short, I will be scouring far and wide for a REAL job. Yikes! Funny thing is, none of my good friends can picture me with a real job. In a wierd way, though, it sort of makes me happy. Like maybe it means I'll end up finding some cool ass job that isn't your typical 9-5 (or 8-7) type of gig -- an acrobat perhaps, or a tester of the worlds finest toilet papers. Maybe I'll invent something, or start a business, or write something, or do something fun. All I know is that sitting at a desk for 8 hours a day doesn't sound too appealing.
I guess the scariest part about looking for a job is that I might actually find one.