Bottom of the Barrel

when you're a senior in high school, you're at the top of food chain. that transition to a college freshman can be incredibly daunting, since a balance must be maintained and no one individual may stay on top for longer than that last awesome year of power and authority and absolute igorance (while maintaining a bonefide sense of worldliness) of the real world to come. then again, i would have to say that the experience was almost the same when it came time to leave college/university as a senior and enter... the working world.

i have no job as of now. my work title has gone from the distinguished "third-year uni student" (or, in the states, college senior) to unemployed bum, living off an allowance, waiting around for a work permit in a foreign host country. it's a very long wait, mind you... a whole month before i may actually qualify for a permanent working position with some creep employer who would no doubt work me to the bone and pay me in m&m's (probably two ounces an hour). we new graduates have all the fun, ain't that right ppl.

i have taken on the characteristic of a sloth: sleep all day under a comfy blanket, eat, watch the world go by with utter disinterest, then crawl under some other comfy abode and sleep some more. in my inactivity, it's amazing how i could still manage to injure myself (i bruised my foot this morning in my sleep; no recollection as to the answer to "how?"). now i have to HOBBLE to that next comfy abode, which indeed would tripple my efforts of being useless.

while it all sounds glamorous and riveting, it gets very old after a few hours of not doing anything. right now, i'm into my sixth hour. am i bored? abso-fucking-lutely. someone PLEASE gimme something to do besides housework!!!