unemployed grad student

Being an unemployed student really sucks sometimes. Especially since I am someone that doesn't often make plans more than a few days ahead of time. I decided to get my master's degree in journalism. To do this, I moved back home with my parents in New Jersey with barely any money in my pockets. Some days I wake up and don't know what I'm doing here. I half feel like I need to be traveling the world, seeing what I can see...disappearing for awhile not because I don't love my friends and family, but because I believe that everyone on God's green earth is friends and family. It may seem silly to some people, but I'm so eager to see how the rest of my family lives. I'm a writer too...though I can't say my writing here is necessarily indicative of my skills.

And day-to-day corporate muckety muck and celebrity gossip is not news to me. It's sad. What I really want to know is why we do the things we do, day in and day out...and no one is screaming from the mountaintops...WHAT DOES IT ALL MEAN? When was the last time you read, heard or saw (tasted?) something you give a damn about. I want to write about the human condition, one's search for self and the soul. I am tired of my own mundane existence and writing about it is what I think will make me great.