Packing my Baggage

The time has come. I somehow managed to survive 4 years of college at the prestigious (though often overlooked, but they won't tell you that) Northwestern University. And though I was never arrested, and though I never painted the rock, and though I never even once shouted out my window for the primal scream, I somehow managed to cause enough trouble to know it's my time to go. The final weeks of "I have to see you" and "Please don't go!" and "But we were never even friends" have begun.

For the past few days I have felt an increasing sensation overcome my more-often-than-not drunken soul. The sensation: PANIC. Though I'm an educated and relatively sane individual, every conversation I have seems to lead to "WHAT THE HELL IS GOING TO HAPPEN TO ME?!"

What I do know: NYC in a shared studio apartment on the Upper West Side

What I don't know: Employment, survival, much of anything

and then it hits me...I'm going to be a star. I'm going to be HUGE. By throwing my body into the wind and trekking out on this destination-less journey I am in fact going to become the biggest sensation known to man...

at least that's what I'm telling myself while I check my empty inbox after sending almost a hundred e-mails begging somebody to hire me.

So why not document it all? Every other shoddy wanna-be-writer-actor-socialite is putting their shameless lives on the internet with the blind faith that some bored soul will come across it. Why not my shameless life?

Here goes nothing. Boy is there trouble ahead...and one day I'll be famous enough for people to read this and say "......." oh who are we kidding....

Thanks for reading Mom,

TJB: Making It