I bet you're all wondering what happened to the Spring Break entries. They're both half started but I can't finish them. I've learned a thousand times before that I can't just write in this journal for others amusement...I mean, I do it partly for that, but really, it's gotta be something I need to write about. I'll finish those entries, but not tonight.
I sent out two more resumes to internship places tonight. I've yet to hear from QVC, but I know they sit on their asses when it comes time to make decisions about internships, so I'm looking at other places like WGMZ and MBC, both of which are in Allentown. I just want to know where I'm interning at. Actually, if you look back at the Pre-Stress entry, I'm actually doing a little better than I was then.
The PMC Auction starts on Sunday, which is less than 48 hours away. I've spent this past week helping to set up the studio and getting preped and psyched for this. I am absolutely in love with live television and you know, back in January I was stressed out that I didn't know what my senior thesis was going to be, and here we are, about two months later and I'm going to be DONE with my senior thesis in exactly one week.
I know that the things I'm worried about like my internship and graduation will all work themselves out, just like my senior thesis did. But Aaron made an excellent point over break. I was unloading the dishwasher at my parents house and putting all the steak knives back into their holding block on the counter and I just made the comment "I love it when all the knives are in their block. It makes me happy" and his response was "Of course you would because that's how you are. You're not happy until all your knives are back in their blocks where they belong. Everything in it's place where it belongs"
Of course we know that that comment was not just about the physical knives I encounter. All my affairs, all my plans, all my decisions, all my "knives" have to be in their place, in order, predetermined in their "blocks"
And we all know that half my knives are in the dishwasher right now which, rightfully so, disturbs me...but in a weird way, it's not quite so much a block as a drawer...stay with me, people! (although now we can see why I almost never think abstractly)
I have things that need to happen, like my internship, but there isn't a set place right now and anything could happen and there is a part of me that actually is enjoying the fact that I could end up anywhere. Since my time on Long Island two weeks ago, I've been toying around with the idea of heading back into the area...but that would involve a well paying job, of course, which we know are pretty hard to come by. But it's an option and an idea and if my knives could only go in the block, there would be one place for them to go, but in a drawer...well there are tons of ways to organize a drawer!
Wow...I just re-read that last paragraph. I know that few people read this journal but I think I may have offically scared off any remaining readers I had left.
So we're going on midnight now and I've got to work 11 hours tomorrow morning at the Street Corner and then finish off my Law & Ethics paper once I get home, so I best be getting to bed. I'm hoping to get around to those Spring Break entries soon and I'll keep everyone posted on my internship and stop attempting to make metaphors because I hate them.