all you fascists are bound to lose.
So Kendall and I got in an argument a couple hours ago about futures/careers/grad school/etc. Kendall thinks that grad school is terribly important, and I realize that in some cases it is. I understand that she's planning on being a veterinarian and therefore needs medical training. But in the case of anyone hoping to pursue a career in any of the arts, schooling and especially grad school is more or less not needed and often seen as empty and unromantic. For my future, obviously, I hope to be a successful writer. A lot of people tell me that I should have some sort of back-up plan in case I don't succeed. I have mixed feelings on that, because part of me knows that one should always have a back-up plan in any situation ever, but another part of me thinks if you have so little faith in yourself that you have a back-up plan, then maybe you shouldn't be trying it in the first place. So my back-up plan is this: if I can't be a writer how I want to be, I'll be a writer in some other way. Meaning: if I don't get any novels published, I'll write somewhere else, even if it means writing shitty high school sports stories for some little shitty small-town newspaper. Writing the most boring, pointless heap of garbage beats doing something else any day. But no, I don't want to be a teacher. But Kendall is all about job security and money and success, and I can understand that. That's cool and all, but I guess I'm just more romantic than that. I told her tonight that if I had to work some shitty, low-pay mall job, but could come home every night and write and read to my heart's content, I would be happy. And I think this totally blew Kendall's mind. I'm not really afraid of being poor and living in poor conditions. I'd rather being doing something I enjoy than having some stable "career". I mean, obviously, there are a lot of things I'd rather do before mall job, but the way I see it, if I can't being doing something that I love for a living, I'm not going to put a lot of time and money into schooling for a career I don't care about. Also, if I'm not doing a job I love, I'd prefer that the job I am doing involve minimal thought, time, and effort. Man, like Daniel's job this summer. How ideal? He gets paid to sit around and read. If I can't make millions publishing books, I'd rather make a little money sitting around reading on the company dime than actually working for a living. I mean, I would rather be a book clerk at some hole-in-the-wall book store than a teacher any day. I don't know. And besides, grad school? Like I would pass grad school at this point. I'm just hoping I can muster up enough energy to give a fuck for two more semesters so that I can get my bachelors degree. Oh well.