Idle Summer

I got back from Philadelphia yesterday, signifying the start of my summer. One I am sure will be chalk full of tear-inducing yawns and 12 hour naps. I have applied to several jobs at prestigious organizations such as Sears and Home Depot. Though so far it seems like I am not even qualified to lift boxes for Toys 'R Us. I have even been rejected for unpaid internships and volunteering positions. I know the news has been complaining about the poor economy, but by God (wherever she may be) this economy sucks.

I, however, refuse to let myself get down in the dumps. I have been working on side-projects (you know, those things unemployed people do to pretend their important). I have a novel in-progress. And if that didn't sound like the whitest and most pretentious sentence on the face of the Earth, you just wait there's more: I am also working on a screenplay, a movie, and a video game. Because like every self-absorbed member of the middle-class, I am convinced that my thoughts are important enough to be published.