Time for Vacation

The night of The Floyd concert I went home and went straight to bed. I was so tired from making all the plans for my non-existent future and I was also extremely drunk. That night I dreamt of the perfect vacation. Somehow my city had acquired an airport and I got a flight across the country. Right when I got off the plane I got a taxi and went straight to my interview. The engineer ended up being extremely chill and understanding of my life and life choices. He gave me the internship after the interview and said I could start the minute I graduated. Right after my interview I went to the beach, weather was perfect, water was perfectly blue, and of course to top it all off I met the girl of my dreams. She wasn't like the slutty girl of my dreams where she's just hot and no brains- she was hot, not slutty, and cared about my future that I now had. Right as I was leaving the beach with her to our first date (not to hook up like every other girl), I woke up, back in my shitty apartment, with no future and no girl. Awesome. As usual I went on a morning run to try and sober up as well as blow off all my anger about my non-internship situation. As I was running I saw a girl who I later found out was Lucy Collins. She was laying in a alley when I was about to run over and help her and be a good samaritan, she got up and yelled "FUCK YOU!" Well there goes my help! I turned right around and kept on running. What the hell is up with girls these days? They are legitimately crazy and all I ever try to do is be nice.