tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19704816425287066682024-03-14T00:23:21.328-04:00Life in a southern townThe road never ends.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger147125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1970481642528706668.post-73963680057464361662010-04-05T23:01:00.004-04:002010-04-05T23:23:32.741-04:00bright lightsI've lost my motivation again. Argh.<div><br /></div><div>I *should* graduate next spring, but golly, I've got senior-itis. I don't know if it's because I've been working so much (35ish hours, when I'm only supposed to work 25) or I am just <i>T.I.R.E.D.</i> but I've got a methodology due Wednesday and could care less.</div><div><br /></div><div>I've been having dizzy spells for the last week or so. Vertigo is a more accurate description. I'll be sitting at my computer or desk at work, and the world will start spinning.</div><div><br /></div><div>So I've been trying to figure that out, by eating more bananas and tofu (not together!) and drinking Powerade like it's going out of style. It's getting better, as in I'm not feeling seasick while lying in bed, but it's definitely weirding me out, and disrupting my schedule.</div><div><br /></div><div>I also stopped my weekend morning walk, due to said dizziness, which is truly the only way I can get rid of stress. </div><div><br /></div><div>Did I say that last week my coffeemaker broke? I WAS WITHOUT FANCY COFFEE FOR TWO DAYS!? Thankfully, I did have the office's mud coffee, but I went to Target TWICE for a coffeemaker and ended up staring at them for 30 minutes. I hate how indecisive I am, because I am not a fancy coffeeperson. I just need something that makes something that resembles java, and I'm cool. (Eventually I bought the cheap-o one at Walmart, which I have not given my money to for about two months now)</div><div><br /></div><div>Needless to say, I feel like I'm running in circles and not getting anything done. I've got this huge research project, a case study, and tons of work drama to sort through...</div><div><br /></div><div>and all I can think about is how I need to do laundry.</div><div><br /></div><div>And how I want to volunteer for some Senate campaign this summer. If I'll have a job this summer. Does my thesis topic really work, really? ...</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1970481642528706668.post-8803453992382347312010-03-06T13:49:00.004-05:002010-03-06T13:59:15.755-05:00running to stand still<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiWAo3BM2pt8hYsjHMQywTv9r_Xi8wLUz415G12CuTtPYH50-l-KnQjiOQStOGbiYrbpsWNEGQtxfcPCqQPnLiwJ19LXGkfWKKKSd9eeboucEzW96cT52nlX30k4cDsPcIZUL6RknlciQ/s1600-h/picture+649.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiWAo3BM2pt8hYsjHMQywTv9r_Xi8wLUz415G12CuTtPYH50-l-KnQjiOQStOGbiYrbpsWNEGQtxfcPCqQPnLiwJ19LXGkfWKKKSd9eeboucEzW96cT52nlX30k4cDsPcIZUL6RknlciQ/s320/picture+649.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445595370518998962" /></a>This week at work was uber-stressful, so after spending some time shopping yesterday (and getting pink tulips) I turned to the thing I knew would make me feel better: my ipod and an early morning walk.<div><br /></div><div>As I left the apt this morning at 7, with the cool air hitting my face, I couldn't help but miss the Mall. </div><div>I spent a lot of my evenings in DC walking the mall, especially when I was trying to make the decision to stay in the District or leave for ROA. On good nights, as the sun would set, I would do two "laps" or a little under 4 miles.</div><div><br /></div><div>I missed the distinctive "crunch crunch" of the Mall.</div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1970481642528706668.post-70238506111388582762010-03-02T21:20:00.001-05:002010-03-02T21:24:25.992-05:00Best Advice Ever.<a href="http://ruthakers.tumblr.com/post/420936069/not-to-make-light-of-a-horrible-situation-but-it">This </a>made my day. <div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">"</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">you really don’t want to swim with whales, and, yeah:</span></span></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(18, 18, 18); font-style: italic; font-family:Georgia, Palatino, 'Palatino Linotype', Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;font-size:12px;"><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Don’t ever let anyone steal your dreams.</span></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">(No matter how absolutely ridiculous they might appear)"</span></span></span></p></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1970481642528706668.post-16333842717061401362010-02-27T00:06:00.002-05:002010-02-27T00:08:48.570-05:00officialI miss DC.<div><br /></div><div>When I went shoe shopping today, I only got the pairs that would be comfortable with marble floors.</div><div>"Oh, these will be good Hill shoes... no, THESE will be great commuting shoes!"</div><div><br /></div><div>And the thought that I might go back to DC scares me. But damn, it's all I can think about after finishing this degree.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1970481642528706668.post-4021586300213525782010-02-02T23:49:00.002-05:002010-02-02T23:55:42.007-05:00You're not the woman you envisioned//But your life is not a broken time machineI write too much at work to actually do this thing, so I'll write a list, because I am procrastinating on finishing a research design test.<div><br /></div><div><ol><li>I really can't stand my neighborhood idiots who sit in their car for ten minutes with their ipods blaring. What are they doing? Adjusting the seat?</li><li>Migraines stink. I need stronger meds.</li><li>I'm regaining my design skills from how-ever-many-years ago. I busted out an ad in less than an hour today!</li><li>I think I know what I want to do with my life (at least for this particular moment).</li><li>I'm practically a vegetarian. I think I could go totally veg, but dang, sometimes I need Chick-fil-a. AND I'm NOT giving up my Five Guys. NOT doing it.</li></ol><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1970481642528706668.post-4063026421679494232009-11-29T22:42:00.003-05:002009-11-29T22:44:38.054-05:00look how they shine for you..<ol><li>I've gotten spoiled by having a "real" bed. I'm so looking forward to sleeping tonight after listening to NPR.</li><li>I must be productive this week. 2 papers, a presentation, and a book report to do. Let's go, brain!</li><li>Jimmy Stewart is happiness.</li></ol>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1970481642528706668.post-24765870589909219192009-09-12T17:31:00.003-04:002009-09-12T17:33:31.878-04:00Things that don't work.<ol><li>Using milk as your "sticky substance" instead of egg when making eggplant parm.</li><li>Eating said eggplant parm burning hot - now the roof of my mouth has melted.</li><li>Making hummus out of a cheap chopper and GV chickpeas.</li><li>Weekend newscasts.</li><li>My right elbow.<br /></li></ol>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1970481642528706668.post-52771081528240503982009-08-25T18:31:00.002-04:002009-08-25T18:31:48.438-04:00Apparently,Harvard International Journal of Press/Politics will be my lover-boy for the next year.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1970481642528706668.post-24376171984991714682009-08-19T20:27:00.002-04:002009-08-19T20:29:56.814-04:00just sayin'<ul><li>I miss watching TMZ, Daily Show, Colbert and Craig Ferguson late at night.</li><li>I think I'm going to do a polly sci/government concentration.</li><li>I need to change the time zone on my computer, because I look at it and it scares me.</li><li>Local news stinks here. Like big hair, fake arm movements stink. Blech.</li><li>I ain't skeerd.<br /></li></ul>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1970481642528706668.post-55445949447849235132009-07-06T21:43:00.003-04:002009-07-06T21:58:47.340-04:00A little past Little RockListy list.<div><br /></div><div><ul><li>I think I figured out the grad-school situation.</li><li>I really like driving.</li><li>DQ is good.</li><li>This is the right decision. Yep.</li><li>Still missing DC.</li><li>Needing to read more.</li><li>Humidity is not my friend... at all.</li></ul></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1970481642528706668.post-32698138966890904092009-06-04T20:36:00.003-04:002009-06-04T20:45:28.487-04:00I won't back down<div style="text-align: center; font-family: courier new;"><span style="font-size:85%;">"Gonna stand my ground, won't be turned around/ And I'll keep this world from draggin' me down/ Gonna stand my ground and I won't back down."<br /></span></div><br /><br />So here I am, with my laptop sitting on a box of books, moving again. Well, moving back "home."<br />I learned a lot these last nine months - I gained back the weight I lost (practically) starving myself in D.C.; I learned that you really can make it on your own - though it's not fun when water comes out of the ceiling.<br /><br />I came here to escape from D.C.<br />I felt uninspired, restless and hungry for something more.<br />Did I find "it"?<br />I can't say I did. I'm still wondering which path to take, I'm still itching to find a new sky to stay under and I still think there is something more out there.<br /><br />I know that I've learned how not to be - I've proven to myself that quiet can sometimes win when the industry standard is loud.<br /><br />And it is alright that I'm not the bravest in the bunch, because when the brave dispatch to their next location, there has to be someone there with a steady hand. Someone reliable and consistent. And I'll be there long after the superstars have left and when no one else can find the time.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1970481642528706668.post-31494589726286231872009-05-30T13:54:00.002-04:002009-05-30T13:58:23.478-04:00my old friendI'm thinking about hosting an experiment.<br /><br />I might give up teevee for the summer.<br /><br />OK, get up off the floor and find your dropped jaw.<br /><br />I've been wanting to read more (thanks to awesome book sales) and my excuse to not read is usually in the form of mindless tv.<br /><br />I need to figure out the rules of this experiment (like I have to be able to watch Jon & Kate plus 8 any time it's on - and C-SPAN) but I just might do it.<br /><br />I mean, hell's bells - if Dubya can read a book a week, why can't I?<br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;" ><br />Currently Reading: War Reporting for Cowards by Chris Ayres (via big book sale at old Circuit City)</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1970481642528706668.post-26188668874700646342009-05-29T12:22:00.001-04:002009-05-29T12:22:59.480-04:00nubbinWhy am I looking at teevee stations' job boards?!?!?Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1970481642528706668.post-25665852309437825792009-05-26T20:11:00.002-04:002009-05-29T14:10:18.901-04:00the sound of silenceHere's four. Lots of weird things going on in the ole noggin.<br /><br /><ol><li>I don't want to be a news producer anymore. I don't want to have to deal with anchors and reporters. I don't want to be fighting over seconds. I watch these producers everyday, and I don't see the challenge anymore.</li><li>Therefore, I have no clue what I want to pursue anymore. I like politics (the schedule is much more conducive to having a life) but my political views are so freaking moderate that I'm not sure either party will take me.</li><li>I'm mad "My Boys" will probably be completely over with tonight's season finale. Which means, I will have absolutely no television to follow religiously. Which might be a good thing. Get some reading done over the summer.</li><li>That said, DUDE, so looking forward to Housewives of DC - though the parents don't have Bravo... which means I might have to beg someone to record it for me.<br /></li></ol>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1970481642528706668.post-46680282673900162112009-05-21T21:47:00.002-04:002009-05-21T21:51:06.757-04:00hypochondriac.Thanks to reading an obnoxious amount of news copy daily, from the WaPo (FAVE) to the AP wire, I have become a nut.<br /><br />Somewhere in my Internets travels yesterday I found a story about this:<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.webmd.com/a-to-z-guides/exostoses-multiple">Osteochondromatosis</a><br /><br />I have not done all the hypochondriac research, but dude, I think I might have it.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1970481642528706668.post-46409297458847880792009-05-18T20:32:00.000-04:002009-05-18T20:33:14.804-04:00restlessness.Restlessness is discontent and discontent is the first necessity of progress. Show me a thoroughly satisfied man and I will show you a failure. – Thomas A. EdisonUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1970481642528706668.post-22165722466442200752009-05-12T19:59:00.002-04:002009-05-12T20:06:43.696-04:00Warning: Not for children.I f-ing HATE the DMV and a certain town.<div>You know those speedtrap little towns along the highway? Apparently this town wants to make money off of every person they talk to.</div><div>A person using a name similar to mine, decides to not show up and not pay a speeding ticket.</div><div>That bitch.</div><div>Somewhere, it gets crossed with my info, nevermind that I hadn't TOUCHED the state in months.</div><div>I send them info, they tell me nothing.</div><div>Was I supposed to assume that I needed to wipe their butts by following up with them? Isn't the law enforcement supposed to TELL people when they are in trouble??</div><div>Aren't they supposed to be a public servant? Helping the public? </div><div>And the courts, aren't they supposed to assume you're innocent until proven otherwise? Aren't they supposed to want to HELP people with their problems?????????</div><div><br /></div><div>If the last job on earth was the DMV and this city court, I'd gladly live on the streets.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1970481642528706668.post-92030381658229099512009-05-11T20:12:00.002-04:002009-05-11T20:21:04.081-04:00thinkingDoes swine flu start with a headache? And make you want to sleep for 12 hours?<div>Then I'm done for.</div><div><br /></div><div>I hate the DMVs. I just want to freaking drive to work and Target, people.</div><div>I shouldn't have to prove that my first dog's name was Dutchess and I finished fourth grade.</div><div><br /></div><div>Less than four weeks of work left. Good!</div><div><br /></div><div>And this site is saving me.</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: -webkit-monospace; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap; "><a href="http://ihasahotdog.com/2009/04/25/funny-dog-pictures-sharing-caring/"><img class="mine_3854778" title="funny-dog-pictures-sharing-caring" src="http://ihasahotdog.wordpress.com/files/2009/04/funny-dog-pictures-sharing-caring.jpg" alt="funny pictures of dogs with captions" /></a><br />see more <a href="http://ihasahotdog.com">dog and puppy pictures</a></span><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: -webkit-monospace; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><a href="http://ihasahotdog.com/2009/04/21/funny-dog-pictures-smooth-carl/"><img class="mine_3813752" title="funny-dog-pictures-smooth-carl" src="http://ihasahotdog.wordpress.com/files/2009/04/funny-dog-pictures-smooth-carl1.jpg" alt="funny pictures of dogs with captions" /></a><br />see more <a href="http://ihasahotdog.com">dog and puppy pictures</a><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: -webkit-monospace; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><a href="http://ihasahotdog.com/2009/04/14/cute-puppy-pictures-far-away/"><img class="mine_3745801" title="cute-puppy-pictures-far-away" src="http://ihasahotdog.wordpress.com/files/2009/03/cute-puppy-pictures-far-away.jpg" alt="cute pictures of puppies with captions" /></a><br />see more <a href="http://ihasahotdog.com">dog and puppy pictures</a><br /></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1970481642528706668.post-17523890303967002632009-05-06T20:53:00.002-04:002009-05-06T20:57:20.143-04:00Wake me up when it's over.<div><br /></div><div>This week, every dang year, is horrible. Horrible horrible.</div><div><br /></div><div>This year??</div><div><br /></div><div>I will have no driver's license after Friday at 11:59 p.m., I'm about to cut someone at the DMV, my car's air has gone out AGAIN, I have officially no money for school, people younger than me are getting promoted above me and I think I might have eaten moldy bread.</div><div><br /></div><div>Sigh*</div><div><br /></div><div>Oh, yeah. I'm old again Friday. </div><div><br /></div><div>This week never works out right. Some people have their week turn into a national celebration. I just want it to be May 15th.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1970481642528706668.post-49546371432811047202009-05-04T20:12:00.003-04:002009-05-04T20:27:25.494-04:00when's it my turn?I wanted just one decision that had no factor of money. One decision where I didn't have to think about the financial consequences of it. <div>One.</div><div>But here I go. Stepping onto the plank again. </div><div>I should have stayed. Sure, I would have practically starved myself and possibly frozen to death walking back and forth to work to save money, but I would have a job come June.</div><div>My hands are tied with the rope of this crappy economy.</div><div>I can't believe I'm here again. At this place where both options seem like the right one. But they both could be wrong, since I'm apparently not a very good judge of options.</div><div><br /></div><div>And I'm apparently having hot flashes. It's 68 in the apt and I feel like I'm gonna die.</div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(83, 85, 58); font-family: 'courier new'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">My little sister's in the front seat with an ice cream cone</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"><br /></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(83, 85, 58); "><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">My ma's in the black seat sittin' all alone</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"><br /></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">As my pa steers her slow out of the lot for a test drive down Michigan Avenue<br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">Now, my ma, she fingers her wedding band<br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">And watches the salesman stare at my old man's hands<br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">He's tellin' us all 'bout the break he'd give us if he could, but he just can't<br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">Well if I could, I swear I know just what I'd do<br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">Now, mister, the day the lottery I win I ain't ever gonna ride in no used car again<br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">Now, the neighbours come from near and far<br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">As we pull up in our brand new used car<br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">I wish he'd just hit the gas and let out a cry and tell 'em all they can kiss our asses goodbye<br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">My dad, he sweats the same job from mornin' to morn<br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">Me, I walk home on the same dirty streets where I was born<br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">Up the block I can hear my little sister in the front seat blowin' that horn<br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">The sounds echoin' all down Michigan Avenue<br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">Now, mister, the day my numbers comes in I ain't ever gonna ride in no used car again</span></span><br /></div></span></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1970481642528706668.post-29201727668137667142009-04-25T14:30:00.002-04:002009-04-25T14:32:33.497-04:00doing it big like carrie b.So.<br />"State of Play" is in theaters... I'm going...by myself.<br />I've been waiting for this movie for months, no way no one to watch it with is going to stop me.<br /><br />Ridiculously ready for the next thang. I'm restless.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1970481642528706668.post-25259281709614332112009-04-18T14:26:00.002-04:002009-04-18T14:33:15.174-04:00going to the courthouseI have exactly two weeks to find a tax preparer dude, seduce him and marry him.<br /><br />Then he can do my state taxes from this last year. I might even keep him around for next year.<br /><br />Dang, I think I'm a decently intelligent person, but the Virginia tax form makes me feel like a moron.<br /><br />NO WONDER no one in D.C. can pay their taxes correctly! They're part time Virginians just like me!!!!<br /><br />I'm going to struggle through the next hour TRYING to understand these forms, and then I'm just going to throw some money at Virginia and Louisiana and book it.<br /><br />That's right.<br />All the tax departments of Louisiana and Virginia TAKE HEED!!<br />It is I that you need to track down! You'll find me in an empty cold apartment somewhere, eating Ramen!<br />Take my wallet and my keys! WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME!!!!!<br />I'm right above the poverty line, so just take my microwave as a down payment!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1970481642528706668.post-30817862827324041232009-04-16T21:38:00.000-04:002009-04-16T21:41:19.166-04:00I miss polly sci classes :(Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1970481642528706668.post-61838641270616609862009-04-14T20:04:00.004-04:002009-04-14T20:33:57.642-04:00for realz this time.<span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><br />Currently Listening to: You can sleep while I drive</span></span><br /><br />Today I spent half the day at the paper (the two papers I work for kinda are combined in one building now, but not really. weird) and the other half at the station.<br />For real this time, I honestly, sincerely think I'm done with tv after this gig. I just can't do it any more.<br />I love love love tv news. I really understand the reasons behind the editorial decisions, the programming choices and all that kind of stuff.<br />I just can't take anymore of the people.<br />The tv people I work with are great. They're really good at what they do. They're the "what are those random people doing?" people. They're so damn curious. They are fearless. They walk up to people they don't know, ask random scary people questions and harass public officials until they give in.<br />I am none of those things.<br />I set up interviews days in advance, need my tape recorder, suck at taking notes, hate talking on the phone... I'm too shy and too quiet for this.<br />If I could just skip up to management I would. If I could work the morning shift, I would. I can't deal with being dayside or nightside.<br /><br />So.<br /><br />I have no clue what I want to do with my life anymore. I could work mornings. I love working mornings. No people to deal with, not too many crazies calling the newsroom. I can do the crazy shifts... but I would have even less of a life.<br /><br />****<br /><br /><a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2008/07/20/magazine/20Carr-t.html">This</a> is still the best thing I've read since last summer.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1970481642528706668.post-70210056862220185662009-04-12T15:21:00.002-04:002009-04-12T15:50:15.009-04:00the road and the radio<ol><li>I need to reread Fear and Loathing. I think I might understand it better now.</li><li>Sound of Music is the best movie evah.</li><li>An investment I must eventually make is one of those gel mats, so when you stand on it your feet don't hurt. Nice birthday present.</li><li>I really don't dig meat anymore. I'll eat chicken/beef/fish... I don't want to cook it. Though I'm making ground turkey enchiladas today.</li><li>Any time I have a technical problem (i.e. my vacuum is clogged) I ask the internets (i.e. use a broom handle to unclog the hose. It worked).<br /></li></ol>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0