Now what?

I graduated.

I can't dress myself yet

I hear it's customary to think about one's future at this point in life, so that's what I've been doing. For the longest time, I've wanted to go into some film related profession. I based my school choices off how good their film programs were. So I applied to all these great schools, thinking I'd get into at least one. Turns out I overestimated my awesomeness, because i didn't get into any of them. So now I'm going to the place that I've always sworn I'd never go, BYU.

Now, I'm not bashing BYU. I know it's a good school. It's just that I'll be living ten minutes away from my house. And I think I've spent more than enough time in Utah then can possible be good for a human, and I really want to leave. And never live here again. And, if I do film at BYU, I'm going to have go through the program worrying that my dad will end up reading everything I write and seeing everything I make. Not my style.

And to make matters worse, I don't even know if I WANT to do film anymore. It isn't very practical, if that counts for anything. And it's kind of a self-important thing to major in anyway. Jeez, if I had thought this out before, I could be going to school somewhere different. Somewhere more awesome. But what else would I even do? I've been thinking of doing political science and being a diplomat or something, but does BYU even have a good program? But I still like movies...

So, I'm confused. And I need a job. Really badly. Really really badly.