Day Eleven

Desperation has set in. I have several friends either in Europe currently for vacation or school and another moving to Europe in a couple weeks for work. I realize that the only way I will ever return for a similar visit is if I start making money. And to do that, I need a job.

I wonder what my final application count will be before I get a job. I'm considering having a betting pool. My current bet is 58. Anyone else want to join in? In today's market, it could be the hottest new gambling trend...

Yesterday I met up with an old friend. We went to Applebee's for lunch and amazingly enough ended up being there all day. Neither of us realized what time it was when we finally got up to leave. Oops. My friend just graduated and is an officer in the Navy so he has a career (for the next five years at least). I'm so jealous of that security. I mentioned this to my mom and she suggested I consider applying for officer command school. I could become an officer in the Navy. If still jobless in September, I will consider the suggestion more seriously. As it is, I don't know that I'm cut out for that line of work. I don't know that I stepped foot inside my university's fitness center more than twice in the last two years. And that twice is probably an over estimation.

I finally got around to more or less cleaning my room. I found a copy of an old student newspaper, one that is now obsolete. In my sophomore year, the paper ran an article of a March Madness style bracket to determine the member of the student body who had most made him/herself into a public spectacle. Quite the controversy. It was interesting to reread the controversial article in question and relive that whole debacle.

Also on this edition of Hoarders: Buried Alive:
a record of "Babar's Birthday Surprise"
a copy of my high school transcript
a list of movies I watched in March of 2008 (17 in the first 17 days alone...)
a yellow recorder