I think the official diagnosis is senioritis.
I just don’t feel like doing what I am supposed to be doing, namely things involving my internship. I don’t know why, but I am bored and cannot force myself into the tasks.
I am beginning to wonder if I made the right career choice and the timing couldn’t be worse. My last semester should be all about my internship and scurrying to finish the remaining tasks on the graduation check list.
I’m not supposed to be questioning myself and my choices. Apparently, this is normal fear setting in. I’m faced with the biggest challenge so far: life.
I have had many experiences in my lifetime, and have worked many terrible jobs. I know those dead-end jobs are not what I want, but what do I want?
In a perfect world I would be the lead singer of a kick ass band, whether or not we sell a million albums and are played on the radio.
In a perfect world, we wouldn’t be forced to make these seemingly permanent decisions so young (even at 25 you’d think I’d know by now).
This is not a perfect world, and the career choice you make after graduation does not need to be forever unless you want it to be. And don’t get me wrong, I love journalism and I love writing. I am unsure if I could get myself to write about things I am not interested in. I guess that’s part of the job sometimes.
I’ve been throwing around other ideas about where to take my degree. The problem is my current internship is heavily based on reporting. I just have to suck it up and try to find something to write about that appeases me.
The world continues to spin; I just have to find my balance.
On the positive side, for $1, you can buy a small cup of coffee, tea or cocoa in the library. I wonder why this wasn’t done before, but it really seems to be a hit now. Just wait until finals week.
I am sure the frazzled people (myself included) will be burning the midnight oil with a dozen empty cups by their sides. That brings me to another point: reuse the cups. It saves money and trees (and this comes from a girl whose father is a logger).
Speaking of money, my windshield decided to crack. I went to start it a few days ago and the crack had mysteriously appeared. That is going to cost me. I guess the whole windshield needs to go. Great.
Aside from attempting to sort my life out, I’ve become addicted to Facebook. I’m on every day playing games. My favorites are the Fight Club and the Slayers. I like to get my Slayer more points and kick the butts of unsuspecting victims.
Remember Oregon Trail? It’s on there too. I play on occasion, but it’s not as good as the old IBM games (back when the floppy disks were really floppy). I also miss Carmen Sandiego, but nobody seems to be offering that yet.
Sure, you can buy it on Amazon.com, but I don’t know if it will have the same great effect on me it once had. After the show stopped airing and the computers were upgraded, I forgot geography altogether.
Now that I’ve shown my real age, I’ll jump back to reality. Remember, it’s not the end of the world (until the horsemen of the apocalypse arrive). This next song quote is picked by my iPod’s shuffle setting. I think it is psychic.
“Tired of the future/Tired of time/Tired of the madness/Tired of me/Hope is a letter that never arrives/Delivered by the postman of my fears.” Live – “Tired of Me