Wow. The retarded posts we make when we're drunk. Sorry folks, that you may have stumbled across my inane update. Sigh. I need to work on that.
I also need to work on my internship application. I haven't even asked the two people I'm intending to ask for recommendations. And the application is due March 1st. That's sort of cutting it close...hopefully it'll still work out, though. Because if I don't even have that, I've really got nothing coming up. I don't have the experience to get a real job. Most internships are intended for current college students, and once May rolls around, I won't even be that anymore.
Or maybe I should just work for a while and apply for grad school for spring. I just wish I knew what I wanted to do. I know I like editing, but I also want something that's a little more creative than that. So I was thinking advertising. But I have NO marketing experience, I just know what I like and what I don't like. I don't know. Something will come along, right? It has to.
Here's a picture of all the beads I got for showing my tits.
Here's me when I came home last night, WASTED
There are also pictures in the "Random" folder of the cut I sustained on my foot after jumping up in the middle of the night to puke and stepping on my overturned high heel shoe. Ouch.
I also need to work on my internship application. I haven't even asked the two people I'm intending to ask for recommendations. And the application is due March 1st. That's sort of cutting it close...hopefully it'll still work out, though. Because if I don't even have that, I've really got nothing coming up. I don't have the experience to get a real job. Most internships are intended for current college students, and once May rolls around, I won't even be that anymore.
Or maybe I should just work for a while and apply for grad school for spring. I just wish I knew what I wanted to do. I know I like editing, but I also want something that's a little more creative than that. So I was thinking advertising. But I have NO marketing experience, I just know what I like and what I don't like. I don't know. Something will come along, right? It has to.
Here's a picture of all the beads I got for showing my tits.
Here's me when I came home last night, WASTED
There are also pictures in the "Random" folder of the cut I sustained on my foot after jumping up in the middle of the night to puke and stepping on my overturned high heel shoe. Ouch.
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