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shammy

For once, as a full cup of sweet tea headed towards the carpet, I thought of a commercial first instead of a wordy dirty.

How I coulda used a ShamWOW to clean it up.

But of course, my carpet is stained with who-knows-what from the previous tenant..

so I just threw a towel on it. Let that tea stain!!

But I admit that advertising has turned my brain to mush.

kill. me. now.

I really want to slam my head into my desk.
I'm thinking about writing a spring cleaning tips article. After (of course) my article on National Nutrition Month.

Gag me with a spoon!
I am a hard news, blood and guts writer. NOT a baking soda works just as well as Comet writer.

Sometimes I freaking hate this... but only a few more months to go :D

represent!

So...
Sometimes I miss working in Congress... and then..
someone puts their job on Facebook as "legislative corespondent"

hahahahahahahah!

pancake day

I don't know if it's because it's still winter here, my thermostat is still at 56 because I'm scared of my electric bill or it's Mardi Gras in New Orleans...
but I've hit another roadblock at work.
I seriously thought about working from my laptop in my apt, so I could Youtube while "working."

I usually give something up for Lent (i.e. coffee, Cokes) but there's really nothing I can think of giving up this year. I only eat meat like once a week, if I give up caffeine I will literally fall asleep at my desk.

Maybe I should give up the Post's discussions?
No, that would be crazy. What else would take up a good 3 hours of my day?

memo:

Where's that perfect guy?

I just need him for a little bit... just long enough to register, and then make someone buy these dishes and these for me.

Fishs Eddy is now a favorite. And I will stalk these until they go on sale.


Thanx.

she's going to make it.

Blargh.
I hate when I get this way - honestly going through my stuff, making lists of what would fit in my car if I needed to leave in a moment's notice.
I don't know if this restlessness will ever leave.
I can't concentrate.

Blargh


Ramblin' girl, why don't you settle down?
That ain't your kinda town.

let's just say it was a bad day at work.

Rihanna = me
Chris Brown = journalism.

Just when I was getting in a groove, finishing a project a day, WHAM!
Chris Brown knocks me a good one.

He says to me, "feeling successful? wanted? productive? TAKE THIS!"
And pushes me against the wall.
He says your friends leave, you'll never get to where you need to be.
And busts my lip.
He puts me in uncomfortable situations, just to see how I will react - pushes my buttons because he thinks it's fun.

And I let him. I say, taunt me with over-confident people with perfect noses and tans. I let him get into my brain. I let him convince me I am not worth it.
But it's not all my fault. He teases me.
He lets me grasp moments of hope, moments of bliss. He lets me have moments of pure freedom.. right before he slaps my face and tells me to get over it.

there goes...

I really feel ready to go back to grad school. I don't know if it's because the journalism job market sucks right now, I've gotten restless again or because I can't stand being in a winter climate anymore.
I was reading a reporter's memoir, and she said if you don't wake up and immediately try and find out what happened while you were sleeping, you shouldn't be a journalist.
I do wake up, turn on NPR and then flip through the news channels (which never show NEWS in the morning anymore). But I'm so sick of writing fluffy features. I groaned doing it in college.
I've been stuck on one story forever, because I literally don't want to write it. I'll write a graph, and since it IS fluff, I become disgusted at myself. But there's no other way to write it! gah!
Anyway, my main way of keeping myself sane for the last month or so is frequenting used books stores and saving the good government, politics and journalism books from the tomb of the stores.
I miss government. I miss knowing the answers to what people were asking me, I miss having lunch on the clock... I miss it.
I know I had to leave when I did, I HAD to.. but I'm really ready for this gig to be over. I know people are losing their jobs left and right (we get word of them before you do) and I should be thankful I'm getting a paycheck, but I guess I'm just not a daily journalism girl.
Maybe if I hibernate in grad school for a couple of years while working a brain-dead job in gov't I could get over this hump...

I've decided I don't want to spend my life counting inches and cutting seconds.

obama welcome thingy dingy

So I've been watching on ABC (I guess it's ABC, the bugs on the bottom of the screen are gone), and it so similar to those cheesy PBS concerts they hold for the 4th of July.
I've had to change the channel several times because I was going to gag.
I get that many people react to Obama like he's the second coming. I've seen it in person. Seriously, some folks get all bothered about it.
Just calm down on the cheese factor - the booming voices, the flapping bald eagle.

And, you could not pay me to ride the Metro this week if I was in DC.
First off, it already smells like stale corn chips. Then you have the DC juice - whatever that is depends on the day. Secondly, it was stuffed after Nats games - I don't want to imagine what it will be like Tuesday. Even on regular workday mornings, I would usually find myself in some guy's armpit.

P.S. Barack, Lincoln isn't behind you. His memorial is.
And I feel like I've heard this speech before. Oh well.

Chuckles.

And may I say, I love some Chuckie... but chief WH corr?
Seriously NBC???
Though you are going the Russert route, turning a behind-the-scenes guy to the talking face...

the list

Here's the final (cough) list of grad schools I will be applying to. I like them mainly because their deadlines are at the earliest, late January. Yay!
In no particular order: LSU, UA-Little Rock and Middle Tennessee State University. There's decent markets close to all of them and they are in the South. Something that I have found is needed for my thin blood...
because I'm the idiot wearing flip-flops in the mountains in December (cough).

Now to get some suckers to write letters of rec for me.. heheheheheh

and to sleep!

I'm on my lunch break, the only time of the day I really get stuff done since I hate making phone calls in front of people. I literally wait until the whole newsroom is in the morning meeting to make my phone calls or wait until lunch to come to my apartment. (Another fun people anxiety factoid: the bathroom is right of the newsroom in this place, and you can hear the toilets flush from the newsroom, hence I've never gone there. Whatageek.)
I don't know what's wrong with me anymore. I sleep at least 10 hours a night but I have to drag myself out of bed.
What happened to me? I used to get by on 3-4 hours tops, waking at 3 a.m.
What's the dealio?
Tonight I resume the grad school process. I will finish at least one today, and e-mail LoR writers. I will. dammit.
I've forgotten how to be productive somewhere between all these pointless stories I write.
Only five more days until a week off.. and then I promise to be a good journalist in the new year.

journalists get laid..... off.

So. The big man upstairs said there will be layoffs... coming..
tomorrow.

Oh joy.

volcano

I hate when I clench my teeth for hours like I did today. My jaw is killing me.




Thanks, Virginia high school football finals!!!
Thanks a lot.

making lemonade out of pecans.

I had today off, since I work tomorrow, and I just couldn't work six days in a row.
Take five.

1. I'm applying to grad schools again. But this time, I'm really going to go, since I don't want to apply again.
2. I finally found wool socks. My feet are thankful.
3. I freaking de doo dah hate reporting. Blargh.
4. I impulsed shopped at T.J. Maxx, getting an AP book - but since it was originally $30, and I got it for $6, I don't feel so bad.
5. I really want some ice cream.. but I guess chocolate milk will do.
   

september. october. november.

This month marks my third month in Virginia.
I spent three months in D.C.
I don't feel the same kind of itch to leave, but I still feel it.
I had to leave Washington because I couldn't afford to eat, I was living in a sketchy neighborhood, and I didn't want to get lost somewhere on the Orange line.
I don't know if I'll ever be able to totally unpack. Buy furniture besides inflatable mattresses and plastic patio furniture.
Nine months here. That still scares me. I have six more months here. Weird.

O'Reilly's on the Daily Show. Weird.

it's 75 degrees outside. dude.

Election day was a wee bit crazy. I covered a wreck at one of the polls (overzealous voters?) and Twittered. It was a long day from 8:30 a.m. to 10 p.m.
As soon as Pennsylvania was called, we all figured it was almost over - then when Ohio was called - it was over.
We're still waiting on a local race, the difference was 30 votes one time, but everyone is hoping the incumbent gets kicked out.
All my House faves got reelected by landslides. Yay!

I booked my flight for Thanksgiving, and now I think I'll be eating Ramen for the next few months.
I'm nervous about flying, since the last time I flew I didn't have as many anxiety problems as I do now. I had never had an anxiety attack, I didn't clench my jaw when I was nervous and I wasn't so worst-case scenerio. So I think I'll have to promise myself to make Mom get me Chickfila when I land, cause I'm pretty sure I'll be too nervous to eat that morning.

But it will be good to have a break, since the last vacation I had was Labor Day, which wasn't really a vacation since we were on call in case the hurricane did something wonky. Plus, it will be awesome to: sleep on a real mattress, sit on a couch and pet the dog.
Looking forward to gorging myself on Tia Maria's salsa. Yum yum.

100th post.

What it do.
I need to sleep, but I'm so ready for tomorrow to be over with.

I haven't been feeling 100 percent for a couple of weeks, and I don't know why.
Hopefully, the next few weeks will fix that.

Tomorrow is going to be a long day, but hopefully, that means Thursday and Friday will be short.
squee.