grad

last sunday i graduated from SPU.

i should be filled with excitement for 1) having a degree! 2) given permission to try my first beer! 3) starting my career!

oh wait...i'm actually not excited about #3. this weekend i was asked about 30 times what my plans were for next year. i started thinking of elaborate lies i could tell to sound like less of a dead beat. the lies started up after i watched the smile slowly fade from my grandpa's face as i told him "you know, i dont really give a shit what i do next year. i guess at this point i'll take anything just as long as i can pay rent and buy new clothes."

since when is mediocrity such a terrible thing? i mean, lets be honest people. what can i really do with a psychology degree (sans grad school)? oh, i'll be a highly qualified receptionist...WOO. as job link and intership.com floods my inbox i become horribly depressed. for once i'd like to get an email from either of those sources that doesn't start with "brittney, here are jobs in your area. 1) receptionist, 2) secretary, 3) office manager (which is a secretary btw)."

i've come to a crossroads: i could embrace the lazy attitude that comes so natural to me (and have a well stocked wardrobe) or i could start looking at grad school and networking like a crazy person to find a job that could eventually help me out some day. fingers crossed i gained some momentum and reach for the latter.