just sayin'

• I miss watching TMZ, Daily Show, Colbert and Craig Ferguson late at night.
• I think I'm going to do a polly sci/government concentration.
• I need to change the time zone on my computer, because I look at it and it scares me.
• Local news stinks here. Like big hair, fake arm movements stink. Blech.
• I ain't skeerd.
  

california dreamin'

I will never change apparently. I'm still as weirdly stubborn as ever, and get frustrated at the drop of a hat. (No one drops hats anymore though)
Welps, I'm going to DC. I still need a place for the summer.. and for fall, we'll see what happens. I would like to part-time work and go to grad school... but we'll see. (see lonely moment from a few posts ago)
It's really scary.. to live a career instead of dreaming about it. Really be writing those scripts.
Weird...
I still think someday I'll end up in Florida.
For right now, I want to be an idiot, chase my dreams and be poor for a while.
Sounds like fun!

I believe love is the answer

I think I've had about 20 life crises since the last entry.
D.C. sounded like they loved me. They are going to tell me mid to late this week yay or nay.
The plans in my head are getting complicated. I cry at the drop of a pin.
Anyway, this week I will decide whether it's DC or Florida.. at least for the summer. Then I think at the end of the summer I will re-evaluate and see which path to take.
We shall see.
The struggles make me stronger.

Yes.

((since this is in double parentheses it doesn't mean anything, but I need to say it. I wish I had someone to help make this decision with. Someone who would be going with me, going wherever I went. Someone to help with the transition. Someone to lean on. End lonely moment.))

Yesterday

I met my journalism icon at a journalism conference.
Sigh***
I shook, I was nervous ( I didn't stutter, SCORE!) and I nervously put my head on his chest.
SIGH*** (does the head on the chest count as flirting? I think so.)
I told him about my grandma, we had a nerd second about demos.
My next column is so going to be about him, unless i chicken out.

I'm still not on the ground. I keep staring at the picture. It happened. It's all happening.