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i've done no homework. i started gathering materials for the final art project, and i partially carved a piece of styrofoam for one of the dragons, but that's it. i'm also completely neglecting this paper thingy i have to write. it's not for a class, but my faculty advisor wants her students to write this paper about a chosen career or something. well, i'm a writer. what's my career supposed to be? i know i'll have some dumb minimum-wage job for a long time before i actually sell anything. so what am i supposed to write?
This paper will be about my future career. I plan to be head burger flipper at Good Burger (Welcome to Good Burger, home of the Good Burger, can I take your order?). Meanwhile, I'll be working hard on my writing, desperately trying to publish my novels while staying alive on mass amounts of grease and Zoloft. Once I am able to make more than $5 per story sold, I can quit my job, lose 300 pounds, and assume my role as an author. I will most likely end up with a substance abuse problem, 6 broken marriages, 3 rebellious children, and a weird hairdo. I will live in the middle of nowhere, and at age 47 I'll jump off a cliff holding the rejected manuscript of the novel I've been trying to work on since I was 17, screaming curses at society. When they peel the pages from my mangled corpse, they'll realize what a literary genius I was, and my novel will become a bestseller. All the royalties will go to my cat, who will live like a queen. So that's the story of my future career, and I hope Allegheny can help me reach my creative writing goals so I can keep my cat happy. Thank you.
i know, i'm not ambitious, and i can be so sarcastic sometimes it's almost offensive. well, it's late at night and i'm not even tired. *yawn* i think i just lied. goodnight.