Tuesday, August 25, 2009


It's fall 2009 and I'm back up at the U of U campus. Again.

I graduated high school in June 1999 and started college that fall. Fall of 1999. I've been in college for 10 fucking years. At this point you may think I'm on my way to becoming a doctor, or a lawyer or something equally difficult, right?


None of those things. I simply have no fucking clue what to do after I graduate. I'll have a degree in Film/Creative Writing and you know where that will get me? Nowhere. Might as well tell people I'm getting my degree in Unemployment—which I do from time to time and people find it funny and it always gets a good chuckle—but it's the fucking truth.

Right now I'd like to talk to you all about how despite my 10 year college career, I hate almost everyone on this campus. If I had to give it a number, it would be something like 82.8% of the people at this school are complete douchebags. Like the guys sitting at the table next to me in the Union. Plaid shorts, sandals, two t-shirts (white undershirt and a colored shirt with a bitchin' logo) and one guy with his collar still popped.

I was under the impression that popped collars stopped being cool a while ago, but I guess I was mistaken. This is going to be a long year if bullshit like this keeps up.

1 comment:

  1. Ok ok. Degree in Creative Writing?
    Years of talk, brainstorming and note-keeping?

    Perhaps you've forgotten.

    Grudge City, Trevor. GRUDGE CITY.

    Don't forget!!
    (Career in unemployment my eye. Riches!)