Long Time, New Year

The more I have to do with photographs, the more I miss ships.

I have my thesis advisor. However, it is possible that I might need a new thesis.

Figaro gets bigger by the day, but he still plays with the same toy mouse.

I have been having chest pains. My life is so disorganized. I work about 30 hours a week and yet make about $150. It's pretty tiring I suppose. Maybe stressful. When I have down time, I usually worry about my next paper, deadline or shift.

And I'm supposed to be applying for jobs. Yet, I don't know what I want in a job anymore. I would like something that leaves me happy or satisfied, but more importantly, one to pay the bills.

I don't have a five year plan. I should have a five year plan. I have been having anxiety attacks because I am a couple of months away from being done with classes and yet I have no plan. None. I have some part time jobs and a bed at my mother's house, but no plan. I know I shouldn't wait, but I do. I wait for things to fall into laps, for people to get their acts together. It's me who needs to get my act together and find something anywhere in the continental US that will work for me. Because honestly, what else can I do?

Welcome 2008. Reality.