I was SURE I wanted internship. I blocked off the time, I worked around a schedule, I budgeted out the expenses, I informed those who needed to be informed and then for some reason it still didn't work out.
In an ideal world, I would be settling into a nice studio apartment in either California or New York right about now, ready to start what I call "internship" at a great company. I prolonged graduation for this opportunity, I didn't commit to anything over the summer and I made sure I wouldn't get preggers until after the experience. Yet, somehow, I'm sitting here in my Provo apartment typing you that yes, I'm quite disappointed in myself.
I've loved the opportunities that have risen to take the place of internship but oh how I long to be doing what Bri Borup, Greg Barnes or even Ashley Moser get to do. I'm VERY happy for them but at the same time, wish I were sharing a similar experience and had one of those irresistible personalities. Most of all, I don't break commitments. It's not my personality. Guilt succumbs me. So I feel morally obligated to regretfully inform you that nobody wanted me this summer. Little do they know, I don't give up so easily.
HOLD UP! There are a plethora of reasons to celebrate.
I'm still lame but if I WERE in California, I wouldn't have all of this:
-A job I adore at the Motion Picture Studio
-A new spacious apartment
-As involved with our Louisiana project
-The time to make a United Way video
-A chance to finish animating Sophie
-Sleep
-Money
-A Fesler asleep on my bed
New plan:
Attempt to prolong graduation (again.) Either continue teaching film, attempt to be awesome in SFA, intern with
Yo Gabs, get a non-student job (somewhere like
Campaign for Real Beauty) or get pregnant with a beautiful baby boy named Elliot.
If none of those work out you can officially deem me boring forever.
I'll design the trophy.