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As 2004 opens I am realizing that every thing I was SO sure of in my life is no longer so clear. Seeing as I suddenly find myself without a grand lifeplan (something I, oddly enough, have always had in varying forms), I am trying to figure out what to do for the year I am now taking off between grad school. With such a vast range of options and so little present attachments I realize I want to find something great, rather than just sitting around San Diego all year, working for my dad and generally doing nothing. So, I'm planning to apply for a lot of long shot awesome internships in hopes of finding some amazing life experience. MoMA in New York is my dream internship, but that is obviously pretty stiff competition. But in the book I was looking through I found pretty funny things. For instance, I could drive the Oscar Meyer weinermobile around the country, sleeping in the back on a pile of weinie-whistles, hawking meat products to children across America and blasting one of many versions of "I wish I were an Oscar-Meyer Weiner." I like cajun and rap, but the classic is well, classic. Or I could work for Playboy. Now that would be great on a resume.
Anyway, I guess I have to get back to work. Stupid newspaper.
Anyway, I guess I have to get back to work. Stupid newspaper.