Help me waste my time!

[redbrickrose]

It's 12:30; I have a paper that I ought to have a solid draft of by the end of the night. This is looking less and less likely by the second. Luckily the paper involves Pete Wentz? IDK, it's on celebrity construction of narrative so it SEEMED LOGICAL AT THE TIME but now I'm sort of remembering why my hobby shouldn't be my job

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[inlovewithnight]

Man, every time you mention your coursework I end up gawking at the screen and making embarrassing grabby hands. ::sigh:: I STUDIED THE WRONG FIELD, WOE.

[redbrickrose]

The coursework is cool, definitely, but see, you have a plan and career goals and a degree that will allegedly help you reach them. I don't want to teach. What am I going to do with this degree? NO ONE KNOWS.

[inlovewithnight]

You could be a critic! Or join forces with Pete Wentz and help him perfect his Machiavellian schemes.

[redbrickrose]

I like the critic idea. I just want someone to pay me to sit around and do close textual analysis of television shows. IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK?

If I ever had to interact with Pete Wentz I'm not sure I could keep myself from discussing in great detail the gay porn I read about him. I would TRY, but it's probably better to just not take the risk. *g*

[inlovewithnight]

Why do I have the feeling there's at least a 65% chance that conversation would end with him giving you a rec list of his personal favorites?

[redbrickrose]

There is quite possibly a higher chance than that. I'm just not sure I want to know. They need to stay on their side of the wall and bandom just does not reliably do that. Which continues to be in equal parts fascinating and alarming.