Where have all the sumer jobs gone?

Still searching for that summer job and wishing I had stuck with the one I had since high school. Instead of keeping the same job every year I always wanted to change because of not enough hours, too many hours, catty coworkers or the feeling of my mundane existence creeping up to remind me that people have fun jobs and I should try to get one next summer. So thats exactly what I have been trying to do and so far I have failed miserably at it. But, with every attempt I make, I come to a closer realization of what next year will bring--the real job search. This will be my last real summer considering I am graduating next year. Hopefully I will find my dream job to escort me gracefully out of my college days and into what my father, and many other American fifty-somethings, refer to as the "real world" (something I strongly loathe and believe does not exist thanks to confirmation from that John Mayer song). Like I said in my previous post, 20 is the weirdest age. Should I really have stuck with one of my past summer jobs since 15? Am I wrong for seeking a new adventure every summer, seeking higher pay and excitement instead of sticking with one since I was 15 that could be up to a staggering $11 dollars an hour right now? Time will tell.

Happy New Year!?

Over my past twenty years of existence I've come to realize that the changing of the calenders, often referred to as the "New Year," is awfully fooling. The eve before, often drowned out with booze, helps us to forget all our wrongdoings from the past. Yet, that same booze also disguises the fear that when the morning of January 1st arrives, the "new year" is going to feel quite similar to the last, topped off with a lovely hangover. So this year instead of drowning myself in parties where underage drinking is ramped, I took a low key approach, dining out with my boyfriend and returning home early to set off sparklers with his eight year old sister. This is the approach I hope to detail in a book one day called "You're No One on New Year's without a Fake ID." Now that many of my friends are turning the big 2-1 and house parties are no longer in existence, I've had the opportunity of revisiting my childhood pastime of kicking butt in boardgames. The longer I am 20 the more I realize it is the weirdest age ever. The bubble that is college can easily suck you into thinking you never have to meet the outside world. So for someone that is, as great philosopher Britney Spears once said, "Not a Girl, Not Yet a Woman," the confusion of being both can sometimes keep you floating around in that little bubble. Hopefully I'll be ready to pop through that bubble myself before something else called "career" does it for me.