Truth be told, I miss you

I go to the DC section on craigslist so often that, now, following a link to the main website automatically forwards me to DC. Huh.

I really wish I'd had someone in undergrad that, around the time I declared my major, would have slapped me silly until I declared a business major, or accounting, or economics, or political science, or just anything other than Classics.

Also, "local applicants only" are the three words ruining my life right now. If you gave me a job, I would be a local. I'm not about to move halfway across the country without some kind of job secured.

Ugh, I wonder if the ladies in the career center have listings of non-legal related jobs for those of us who desperately need to get away. I should go see them before the fall semester starts.

So much for my lovely three weeks of vacation.

Sometimes I wish I could leave LSU, just take the plunge and move to DC. Then reality intrudes and I remember that I have no job prospects and am already up to $67,000 in debt.

Sigh.

I try to comfort myself with the thought that after I graduate I'll be able to attract employers with my shiny JD. But reality intrudes again to remind that even then, with my fairly crappy grades, I'll probably have trouble finding a job around here [much less one in DC]. Also, there's that little detail of having to take the Virginia/Maryland/DC bar to work there. Such a vicious cycle.. I wouldn't move there unless I had a job to support myself, but I couldn't get a job there in the first place unless I moved there and took the bar.

Double sigh.

On a slight upside, the second coming of the Gators draws nigh. Granted, they'll be playing in the SPHL, which is such a minor league that the ECHL teams assign players to it, but at least it's something. Too bad I no longer live within 30 mins of Lafayette, but I'll make it work.

Of course, any excitement I feel about being able to watch hockey in person again is nearly crushed by the fact that the Gators made fucking Jason Hamilton their first signing. Bodes well for the kind of hockey they're planning to play by signing that goon.

Also, my dad brought to my attention today that Dave Farrish is an assistant coach for the Ducks. That's so cool. I guess I never noticed because I only pay attention to the Wild and the Flames [well, okay, mostly just Jarome anyway] out in the West. I guess now I'll have to give a little love to the Ducks in honor of one of our old coaches.