I left Ithaca, NY on the morning of July 30th, 2006. I was recently graduated and had recently become unemployed. What a shame – I thought. It would be easy. I would find a job real easy. I graduated from one of the best universities in the country… the world even. Yeah, Cornell was going to be my ticket to the fast track.
If the me from now could meet the me from then, we would have to exchange words. We’d also probably exchange punches because I was pretty stupid. Where am I know? I have been unemployed for 2 months and am currently sitting at home writing in this blog. Why? Well, the reasons are many. I am; 1- bored senseless, 2- unemployed, and 3- very impressionable. I had been speaking to a friend through the magic that is gmail. He said I should probably start a blog to entertain myself.
I listened to him because I really didn’t have much of anything to do. So, here I am. 22, unemployed, and writing in a blog. Ultimately, I hope to find a job in the incredibly near future. Those phone, credit card, and loan bills are not going to pay for themselves… though it would be fantastic if they would. I was considering writing famous philanthropists and asking for them to pay my loans, but chances are they receive about 100 pleas a minute by psychos, extended family members, and people like me (who will eventually became one or the other of the previously mentioned if rejected enough) asking for some quick cash because they’re too crazy, lazy or unemployed to get themselves out of a rut.
Why can’t life be more like the movie? If something goes wrong – a simple cut would stop the train wreck, and everyone gets a do-over. But alas, life has no cuts or do-overs. We just gotta keep trucking until we reach our destination. I dunno about you, but I started living my real life after I moved out of Ithaca on July 30th… Seems like there’s not much out here yet. I just gotta wait for a job – then I’ll let the good times flow.
I wonder how this weighs in as a first post. It’s probably not terribly good – I’m sure there are better writers out there creating masterpieces, then again, it’s just a blog – those masterpieces can’t possibly be that good. Flipping that same coin, there are probably infinitely more terrible writers… like teenage girls, psycho political bloggers, and people who think they’re wittier than they actually are (tragic)… Hopefully I fall into the former, because I’d just stop if I became the latter.
BOOYAH,
JJRC
