That’s it. I’ve had enough. No one should waste the amount of hours I do frantically searching the Internet for a decent job in this country. I’m sick of sitting here on the couch, clicking away, constantly editing and sending the resume off into a black hole, occasionally peeking over the top of my laptop to see some retardedness on TV — like Eminem in a sombrero singing about his salsa or some chick with green hair boasting about her job as a travel journalist while her boyfriend confides that she has no writing skills.
I think I’ve finally decided on a solution — grad school. What else is there for an unemployed college graduate with a knack for sarcastic writing plus a semi-developed talent for Adobe PhotoShop to do? Put me on a plane, and send me back to the desert. Arizona State has an awesome program for an M.A. in Journalism & Mass Communication. Sign me up. Palm trees, mountains, Sun Devils football — sounds good to me. Enroll me in the Walter Cronkite School for fall of 2005, and I’ll be there.