My ?

I feel as if I have stepped into a revolving door with no exits, leaving me unable to escape the spinning around in circles. I can see what is on all sides though I continue to turn and see the images of my life (past and present) and what I want my life to be (future) revolve around me. We are stuck in the middle looking back at our years of college and peering forward into the uncertainty of real life. What keeps us inside this trap is the question that lingers on everyone’s minds and gets brought up by everyone we encounter: What comes next? Unlike after graduating high school where our paths are determined for us this step of life comes with more pressure, expectation and more not knowing what the fuck to do.
I say this for I am in the midst of a college internship, a glorified title for a person who makes excel spreadsheets and updates calendars but most of all counts the hours, minutes and seconds until they can go home. The internships are supposed to show us a window into the career that we think we are interested in but the only peak I have caught is down the shirt of the right out of college girls low cut shirts (and it’s a nice site at that). I would guess that more times than college students do these internships not because they want to but to boost their resumes and get that cushy job making 70k a year but working 60+ hours a week.
I say slow down and what's the big rush. Take time to do things that the age of 21 gives you a chance to do. Travel, take drugs, experiment sexually, write but most of all live.

My Summer

There is an unwritten rule of writing that states that a piece of writing is not to start out with a cliché. But I consider myself somewhat of a rebel, hence I am going to start this entry off with the adage and cliché that time heals all wounds. I am not wounded, but it has been a month since I have been in Israel and instead of missing it less everyday I find myself clinging harder to the aspects of Israeli society that I so happily took part of while living there. Like my father, I love the beach. While in Israel I would go to the beach four or five times a week, it became the place where I was happiest and most comfortable. Now being at home I miss the beach more each day and have a fix to go to the beach worse than Robert Downy Jr. fix to coke. However, life isn’t all that bad in the states. Last Monday I started working at a online advertising agency outside of Philadelphia in Conshohocken where my official title is a finance intern. My job is not the most exiting but it gives me something to do and gives me a well needed resume builder. My responsibilities are limited, but this doesn’t bother me, I spend most of the day doing reports for sales reps in which I pull data from one source paste it into a excel document, format the spreadsheet and send it out. The best perk of the job is the food. On Mondays a breakfast of bagels with a variety of cream cheeses and muffins is served. Lunch is given to us on Tuesday and Fridays (this first week there was a nacho/taco bar and hoggies) with soft pretzels for a snack on Wednesday s. Usually I keep my body in good shape, but this job is making it hard because of all the food and snacks that they give us. The company that was given the pleasure of receiving my services is called Pointroll. It is a relatively young company (only started in 2000, I think) and even with the slump in the economy is growing and growing. Most of the people who work for the company are also young, right out of college or only a few years out. Also there is no dress code, shorts and flip-flops is acceptable and encouraged it seems like, I am not complaining. The only bad thing is that I am commuting to and from work. Somedays I take the train which takes about 2.5 hours one ways and other days I drive which takes 1.5-1.75 hours one way. I am still looking for a place in and around Philadelphia but am really skeptical that I will find something that works for my wallet and person.