I graduate from college in about a month. The job market is tough, even more so for us English majors who seem to go unappreciated in a marketplace saturated with high-tech this and science that.

They say that if you do what you love, you're not working a job. I love to write. And play video games. In no particular order.

In fact, it was my exposure to FFII that got me interested in reading when I was a little dude. I felt accomplished at the end of any RPG because I knew I had read at least 1/2 of a book for that year.

I originally wanted to be a computer programmer, which was because of FFVII. But, they wanted me to take physics, and I was like "nope," as I threw my books across campus and dropped out. I'd sit at a desk for hours and practice programming on my own, but make me look at vectors and what not, and I melt. Literally. Melt.

Music, that's where it was. Whenever I am feeling down, I like to hum ditties. I frequently find myself humming FF tracks. I am quite fond of Tara's theme. Sometimes I sing 1000 words (but only after I change dresses a few times, because--you know--dresses). But I can't read music. I can hum tunes, play some guitar, sing, but I am no Nobuo Uematsu.

I decided to finish my degree at the ripe old age of "too old to be playing video games." My degree required I take a foreign language. I should have taken Spanish, or French, or Pig Latin--you know, languages Liberal Arts majors flock to for that "easy A." And it's a fair choice considering how much access one has to Germanic/Latin based languages. But I--I took Japanese. While other students were out partying at some cheap bar and practicing their Spanish by ordering tacos at a late-night Jack-in-the-Box, I was choking on particles and te-forming my way through insults of being called a weaboo.

I studied poetry, creative (non)fiction. I studied British history because I love castles. I write and write and write and write. I took copy editing because I wanted to learn how to be pedantic. Some students took History of the Beatles for their electives; I took advanced Hinduism/Buddhism and studied vikings so I could be in-the-know about lore.

I research. A lot.

And I play a white mage. Who doesn't love a healer?

So, SE, I am declaring not only my love for you, but submitting my humble request that you consider me for the next job you post. I don't care if it's working in the mail room. I will clean your toilets. I will write love songs and poems and submit them to your advertising department for future use in posts--consider them testimonials.

Your move. Let's be partners in pixelated crime. I beseech you. I throw myself at your feet. I...

am out of words.

For now.