Here We Go

So here I am in my living room on a Saturday night starting my journey into the world of blogging.  I'm 23 years old (scratch that, I'm 24 now) and here I am in on a Saturday night.  It's not that I don't like to go out, I'm just over the drama and self-centered world that exists in college town bars.  It's an interesting thing to feel old and young at the same time: too old to be spending my evenings drunk and irresponsible and too young to feel so over my life.  Yes, over my life.  I am 24, with a degree, and find myself unable to find a job within my major.  I know I am not the only one in this position, but I feel quite a failure to be a college grad working in the place that I do (that is a topic that deserves an entry all its own).  Yet really my dreams are far from my major anyway and rotate around irrational goals that would bring my the most utter happiness but are of course entirely unrealistic.  So I guess I'll just keep aimlessly applying for jobs, wearing short shorts (curious about that job yet?), singing the national anthem, and staying home on Saturday nights.