The Closet Nerd Network: Unemployed, Still...

So I graduated in December. Woo! Go me, right? Then why was I so scared? Oh yeah. That's right I didn't have a job already lined up for me like most people. That whole English majors will work at McDonald's. I'm trying REALLY hard to avoid it but it's looming closer and closer. I interview at the Temp agency next week. *forehead slap* But hey it's something until I can find a more permanent job. I joked that I wanted a SAJ (shitty ass job) after I graduated so that I would have time to concentrate on my writing! But now... I really don't want to end up in that SAJ. I just want a normal everyday job. Like as a receptionist. I sent out 11 resumes today. It's getting pretty depressing. But my boyfriend and I can get a washer and dryer next week! Woot. Clean clothes are definitely a plus.

I'm watching Project Runway re-runs while I send out resumes and work on AggieCon stuff. This weekend we'll be planning all the programming and panels. Yay! My favorite part.

And I know I promise this a lot. But I'm going to keep up with my blog now. Since I'm all out of school and supposed to be on my way to being a writer. So. Watch out world! Lola's on her way. Finally.

Theme Song

She's writing, she's writing,
She's writing a novel.
She's writing, she's weaving,
Conceiving a plot.
It quickens, it thickens.
You can't put it down now.
It takes you, it shakes you,
It makes you lose your thought.
But you're caught in your own glory.
You are believing your own stories.
Writing your own headlines.
Ignoring your own deadlines.
But now you've gotta write them all again.

You think she's an open book,
But you don't know which page to turn to, do you?
You think she's an open book,
But you don't know which page to turn to, do you?
Do you? Do you?

You want her, confront her.
Just open your window.
Unbolt it, unlock it,
Unfasten your latch.
You want it, confront it.
Just open your window.
All you really have to do is ask.

But you're caught in your own glory.
You are believing your own stories.
Timing your contractions.
Inventing small contraptions
That roll across your polished hardwood floors.

You think she's an open book,
But you don't know which page to turn to, do you?
You think she's an open book,
But you don't know which page to turn to, do you?
Do you? Do you?

You think she's an open book,
But you don't know which page to turn to, do you?
Do you? Do you? Do you?
(Open Book by Cake)

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Unemployed, Still...

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