Friday Night Thoughts
I still have a quarter before I graduate. Dima is graduating this quarter and it's making me think about how much I don't have planned out and how little I have accomplished.
Yes, I'm growing. Bravo.
But I don't really have a job. I'm interning at Mandate, while great, I don't see myself working at. I don't see myself having a normal job; maybe that's it.
I've been working on Red Formula and I'm stuck. I've got Ari & Stone. That's started up, but as great as it is having an additional team, there are other stresses that come with being a show runner. I really don't have much work to my name leaving UCLA, and that's what I should be leaving with, competition-ready work. That is frustrating.
Then there are Donor Awards. Yes, in theory I can expect a check from last year's award, the one that I got based on my grandmother's birthplace, but I still have applications to fill out and a damn personal statement. Those things kill me.
Also upsetting is my social life.
Right now, it is a Friday night. I'm home writing in my LiveJournal. I'm not out partying. I'm not at a restaurant. I'm not with a girlfriend or catching up with anyone. I'm at home. And this is happening far too often. And it is really depressing in this house alone. It feels like my room is too big. Something disconcerting. I'm lonely. I guess that's it.
Yes, I'm growing. Bravo.
But I don't really have a job. I'm interning at Mandate, while great, I don't see myself working at. I don't see myself having a normal job; maybe that's it.
I've been working on Red Formula and I'm stuck. I've got Ari & Stone. That's started up, but as great as it is having an additional team, there are other stresses that come with being a show runner. I really don't have much work to my name leaving UCLA, and that's what I should be leaving with, competition-ready work. That is frustrating.
Then there are Donor Awards. Yes, in theory I can expect a check from last year's award, the one that I got based on my grandmother's birthplace, but I still have applications to fill out and a damn personal statement. Those things kill me.
Also upsetting is my social life.
Right now, it is a Friday night. I'm home writing in my LiveJournal. I'm not out partying. I'm not at a restaurant. I'm not with a girlfriend or catching up with anyone. I'm at home. And this is happening far too often. And it is really depressing in this house alone. It feels like my room is too big. Something disconcerting. I'm lonely. I guess that's it.