i'm not a bitch. i've just been in a bad mood for the last week.

(okay. i've been in a "bad mood" a lot longer than that.)

while some might venture to attribute my recent bad mood to nature, i just think that twenty-somethings should be given a "bad mood" pass. kinda like the hall passes from elementary school. but better.

these come with alcohol.

i'm drowning at work. i'm getting pressure to stay overtime at my other job. i haven't finished my personal statement (and by finished, i mean started). i haven't even looked at my business school applications. i haven't added to my book-in-progress in weeks. i can't concentrate at work because i probably spend too much time writing for this blog. for someone as busy as i am, i have no clue why i have so much left to do.

granted, i can tell you what happened on every episode of "entourage" this season (the bat-mitzvah episode is the best) and name the contestants left on "so you think you can dance" (blake, jamile, artem, nick, ryan, ashle, destini, kamilah, melissa, and melody -- my favorite).

this sort of slacker behavior would have been completely unacceptable in college. those were the days when i had shit done before anyone ever asked me to do it. i reminded people to do things before they even knew they were delegated the responsibility. i was in meetings more hours a week than i was in class. and i still slept half a dozen or more hours a night. i wasn't just ahead of the game; i was there, did what i needed to do, and left a bouquet of flowers before the game schedule was even set.

if you've ever made the transition from higher education to the professional world, you've probably noticed how much slower the real world runs. some boss needs a three page memo in two weeks. two weeks?! he can have it tomorrow: and that still gives me time to screw around all day -- i'll do it tonight.

if college kids ran the world, everything would get done so much faster, only a few nerds would be sober and a lot more people would be getting some ass.

alas, i'm a victim of the professional world. i can't even throw some applications together or concentrate long enough to write a couple thoughtful op-ed pieces. they might as well fail me out of grad school now.

in retrospect, there were times in college when i would feel like i was destined for failure. and i guess i mostly prevailed. but i would always crawl into my bed and throw the covers over my head, convinced there was no light at the end of the tunnel.

and it's times like these when gabe and spi would bust open my door and tell me to get the fuck out of bed; we were going out.

well spi and gabe aren't here to tell me to shut up, get up and go kick some ass.

so i'm taking my bad mood and burying myself in my covers.

but i can hear them in my head bitching already.

i guess those are the best kinds of friends.

...assholes.