Summer blues

One of the bad things about loving summer as much as I do is that I have that much unlove for when I know it's coming to an end. I've been so upset about this that I don't enjoy doing the normal things I usually like i.e. blogging and Facebooking. Even a new profile pic from Fbgirl featuring booty popping/boobie busting and the peace sign didn't provoke any kind of comment from me. Nothing. And I didn't win the lottery on Saturday night as planned. So if I don't win Wednesday night I will seriously have to get on my plane on Thursday to go to culinary training. I really didn't think this day would come. I was for sure I was going to get rich this summer by laying out all day somehow. I just can't face the humiliation of going back to high schools dressed like a circus entertainer. It's so degrading for me. I just want a job that Katherine Heigl would have on one of her romantic comedies. A job where I get to wear slimming penicl skirts and drink lattes all day and make frantic phone calls about important things but always manage to make it to happy hour. Where do I interview for that one? In the movies it usually always consists of one of two things: a publishing company or an advertising firm. Well, I did wear pencil skirts when I worked at Sandhills I suppose... but I don't recall Katherine Heigl working on projects that dealt with taking the measurements of tractors. Or sneaking away to the bathroom to hide in a stall for twenty minutes at a time.
In my slump right now I won't even allow myself to watch Bravo or MTV because it just kills me watching people like Snooki and Danielle drive around in their Range Rovers doing nothing. At least on The Hills the kids were going to be rich regardless. But back in the good old days being born in Jersey was a sure pass to shittown. Now I feel like anyone from Jersey suddenly has a golden ticket. Every show is Jersey something. Jersey wives, hair stylists, retail owners, plumbers, hookers, hos, anything from Jersey= reality show. How much longer do we have to wait until TV discovers how sweet the Midwest is? Although I forsee that being a bit of a problem because there probably wouldn't be a whole lot of drama, and if it's about people our age I have a good feeling they'd just get too drunk on camera to even speak. And then the entire next day would just feature hungover eating. Like Runza and Amigos and McDonalds and zero conversation in between except "I feel like hell," and "I need grease" and "why do I have so many bruises on my legs?". So really not much talking at all. Just eating and drinking. I still think it would be a good show though.
I think I need to do something to pull myself out of this funk I'm in. So I will probably go to sleep now. I've heard that helps. It's best to sleep as much as possible with as little exercise as possible, just stay in bed in your pjs with the shades drawn for long hours at a time thinking of all the reasons your life is not going in the direction you were hoping. I think that was the advice given on a depression commercial so I'm gonna take a go at it.