It has to be the sushi.

Forgive me, for it has been nearly a month since my last blog. I am feeling particularly sick over this, although that could be due to the sushi that I ate for lunch or the lingering disgust I feel toward a certain person who posted the most unflattering Facebook pictures of me this past weekend. Not to worry – they were all untagged immediately, however the emotional scars will last a lifetime.

This feeling of restlessness is not a good sign. I’ve experienced this before and it almost always results in impulse shopping, travel, or other unwise choices. I am still most definitely in college-mode and the thought of spending my summer indoors, trapped like zoo animal, is causing me distress. I long for the days when I could linger over a late afternoon al fresco lunch or make it to Alive at 5 at 4pm. Those days seem to be over and this summer I will be lucky if I even make it out for 5 minutes to pick up lunch. (When you are the only one in the office, even going to the bathroom becomes a process). Actually now that I think about it, since the aforementioned FB pics have surfaced, lunch is no longer an option – crack is going to be my new hunger suppressant. I think the sweating alone (as demonstrated by Whitney Houston) will be enough to make any gal bathing suit ready.

I think I need a vacation – time to really decompress and work on a tan that, if I really try, can rival the natural skin color of a Latin American. I’m getting quite sick of the same old, same old and living the life of a vagabond. Life after graduation should not be this exhausting or disheartening, for that matter. I thought your 20s were supposed to be the time to live it up, all while figuring out what you want to do with your life. Am I a bad person because I didn't know what I wanted to do when I started college? Am I an even worse person because I still didn't know after I graduated? I don't think so, but maybe that's the way it is. They don't prepare you well enough in school. They say if you work hard, "network" (barf.), and are patient, you will find opportunity. Well I have done all of those things for literally two years and I am still here … blogging away about hard it is to find a job. I used to be quite particular, I understand that wasn’t the way to operate, but I have lowered my standards to the point where I might be dressed as a hot dog handing out flyers in Time Square.

Thanks, I am so happy I spent 100 grand (interest adds up) on college to come to this shocking realization. I guess my current job isn’t so bad, I mean it (barely) pays the bills. I just fear that if I ever get a real job, e.g., one that doesn't allow me to blog during the day, my brain will have turned into mush and I won't even know how to open an excel spreadsheet.

How did Lindsay Lohan get so lucky? Her job is as an "actress" and I haven't seen her doing anything but act a fool and jetset to Hawaii. That's the life for me, for real.