April 20. 2000. Thursday.
I'm having a good amount of trouble concentrating on anything these days. For the last few days, anyway. I'm running on fumes really. Luckily I have about a week to go. After that, I suppose I'll have to find a job. But I reckon I'll take a few days off. And why not. I think I deserve it. I should really try and get on some sort of schedule though. I don't have the best work ethic, and all this free time isn't helping with my time management skills. I felt a lot like this last year, only I didn't even have school to help me organize my time. That was frustrating.
Besides school, not much else going on. I feel empty, almost. Not in a bad way though. Just sort of floating along, accomplishing little things here and there. I keep hearing about all these jobs that people in school are getting at newspapers and whatever, and I feel sort of jealous. But then I think, why do I care? I don't really want to work at a newspaper or do any hard-news work. I don't really care about the news. I don't want to be a reporter, running around the city looking for stories. That's not why I'm in school. The only reason I even applied to NYU's Journalism school is because they had a concentration that wasn't really newsy. But as far as finding a type of job where I can do the kind of writing that I want, I have no real leads on that. Of course, I'm not sure what kind of writing I want to do, so that should probably be my first goal.
I just got off the phone with PFC Caryn. She has a friend who's starting a website about TV, and they need writers. It doesn't pay, but hey, I need clips. So maybe that's a start, at least. Hey, you gotta start somewhere. Like the beginning. A very good place to start. Well, this is a lackluster effort, so I'll stop here.
By the way, today is April 20. This is significant for a number of reasons. Most recently, that Colorado school shooting. It's also the major stoner holiday. It's also Hitler's birthday I believe. It's also the birthday of my ex-girlfriend Rebecca. Not all of these things are related.
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