It's Beginning to Look A Lot Like School

The summer, as it is usually delineated, is rapidly winding down. We are in the last throws of August, and most incoming freshmen are already at pre-orientation programs. Natalie goes to school in a week. Lauren is leaving for fucking michigan on fucking wednesday...Jess for freakin' Italy not too long after...Soon even Vaughan will be back at work, filling young minds with physics and philosophy and terror. And I'm stuck doing absolutely squat while I hope to get a job offer...or at least an interview. The transition from vacation to unemployment is going to be a fairly quick and brutal one, and I'm not looking forward to it. These are the days when I wish I had taken the job with R.A. Rapaport. I saw their ad up again...maybe they'd take me if I came crawling back.

But I won't go crawling back. I'm going to patiently and quietly go after every good job that pops up until I get a letter from the ACLU saying "please be my media relations liaison!" or a letter from michael lucas saying "please be my right hand woman!" Wow, if I could work for Michael Lucas I would just flip. He's everything I could want in a business man...a Russian Jewish immigrant who worked his way up from nothing to the greatest gay porn producer/star east of LA. He doesn't drink or smoke or do drugs, and he always uses protection and insists that his actors do as well. He's a fresh perspective on life, and doesn't think that gay people should get married, even though they should have the right to because "we pay the same taxes as everyone else." And he's really hot.

Have I mentioned that I really, really want to get into BMI? If I get into BMI, I'll be a happy person. I promise. Not permanently happy, but I'll at least be happy for a little while. Because if I get into BMI, then my life will have some semblance of direction. My job will only be my day job, and hopefully I'll love my day job and want to turn it into an awesome day career, but if I don't love it, oh well, I'm a budding lyricist who needs to support herself. If I don't get into BMI, then I'm looking for the beginning of a career...the beginning of my life. And I'm just not ready for that yet! That's the sort of thing that will drive me to law school...and I don't think I REALLY want to go to law school...it's just the least time for the highest degree and therefore the job that requires the most interesting thought. Hm, hopefully if I get rejected from BMI, I will be notified right before I go wine tasting with Vaughan next week. Then I can get drunk on fine long island wines (wow, something fine comes out of long island?) and check out men with V. And it will all seem OK...until the next day when I'm alone with monster and idealist.org.