spotlight shining brightly.

I am so freaking ready for this election to be over.
Blargh.
I just need to make it to Wednesday........

see more puppies

dreaming tonight

I'm ready for Christmas.
I'm ready for the scrapbook paper, the craft projects and Bing Crosby. I know it's ridiculously early for all this, but it's so cold here, that I feel like it's December already!
I've already started collecting supplies: "figgy pudding" BasicGrey paper, some rub-ons, and glitter letter stickers. My Pandora stations are ready: Josh Groban, Bing and the Rat Pack.
I've already ordered from one scrapbooking catalog.

A good weekend. I just wish it wasn't over yet!

Trans-Siberian Orchestra. Yeeeeeah.

same old

I finally found this song. I've always heard it, but never known who sings it and what the name of it is.

So I share, with you.

the wanderer.

I have put over 40,000 miles on my car since I got it.. approximately 2 and a half years ago.

I get around.

Cue The Beach Boys!

welcome to hell.

I had a perfectly relaxing weekend, until. I went to the early service at church, I had taco bell for lunch, sushi for dinner.
then the damn neigh- wait.. I refuse to use that lovely word for them. The *heathens that live upstairs, decide to play bongos this evening. NOT KIDDING.
Then I hear a downpour of water... IN MY BATHROOM. I get a lovely waterfall coming out of my fan vent.



TWICE.


AND THE DAMN APT MAINTENENCE ISN'T HERE YET.


I usually don't say this.. but ...
fuck.

the day isn't done.

Blargh.

I'm about to work, without going to work.
Boo.
I hate doing interviews... mlargh.

and I have to work late tonight... :(

pictures, dishes and socks

Somewhere, between the mountains, I figured it out.
Journalism and I are like Billy Bob Thornton and Angelina Jolie.
It's so intense and crazy, that it's either going to work beautifully or crash and burn.
We'll see.

Today was good. I spit out a story, and of course, it wasn't Pulitzer-winning, but it was a story.
It was nice to work with people my own age.

Tomorrow is a semi-long day... but I'm going to try and make it shorter.. :)

life is a runaway train

The days just fly by.. it feels like it was just Friday night.
I guess that's good, because it will soon be Friday again.

Update on the Walmart trip - I only spent a little over 25, and even got milk and *real* chicken, which I haven't had.. in over 4 months.

Feelin' a little blue.. fighting a bit of an allergy thing..

but I guess I'll just keep on keepin' on.
That's all you can do.

Hopefully, I'll get to spend money this weekend, cause I really want some black boots (my others are dead) and a coat. Plus, I've got to start crafting Christmas presents.

ruby tuesday

So I have enough money for groceries, but it's in my new bank account, which I have no checks or debit card yet.
Boo hiss. Therefore, I must use my calculator to make sure I don't go over my $35 budget... and I didn't go shopping last week.
Boo.

Don't freaking chant U.S.A. - that's for all of you.

GOD THAT WAS A GOOD DEBATE.
Why is the media saying Palin won? If you mute, Biden won. If you keep the sound on, Biden won.
Everything she threw, he hit grand slams. Sure, Palin got a few in, but that's because she focused on Biden's Senate record. Palin didn't hurt the Dem ticket.. she saved herself and proved that she could stand up to the "Washington insiders" Biden did a good job of doing what was expected of him. The tear moment was not overdone - not like Hillary's at all.
People, working in Congress, you can't vote for everything. These omnibus bills they pass are usually full of crap that either party hates or loves. THAT'S WASHINGTON.
McCain is good. He's got a strong record, he's been around the block, which is one of the things I like (since being in DC, you understand how gov't works). McCain does have to carry the GOP ballot if they are to win... though he is as Cokie Roberts says "a boring white guy."
Obama is good. He's got that JFK quality, he's bringing a new generation to the voting booth. After being to a rally as part of the press pen, for me, he comes off on tv, but not in person. Obama seems uninterested when you're 20 feet from him. Either that, or the man needs a nap. The whole "change" thing is lost on me. DC doesn't change because of the color in office. DC only changes when it has to, and even though the economy sucks, it's not sucky enough. DC is a town of people who don't change. So many people keep their jobs after administration changes, that not much can change, unless BOTH PARTIES WORK TOGETHER.
Palin - give her some years in DC (in Congress) and ask me again. I'm sorry, but I need someone with DC experience in the WH. It's just how DC is. She skirted every question back to her comfort zone. Her job in this campaign is to be the energy to McCain's experience (much like Biden's experience to Obama's energy - though he's got some experience). She seems to TV sports reporter to me.. I seriously thought she was reading the teleprompter to me. You may be the outsider, but that just means you don't know how Washington works. And if you don't know how Washington works, McCain would have to give you remedial lessons. Good job handlers.
Biden - he's got the most solid experience in both tickets. He can be tough, he can be squishy (see almost tear during debate). He can give people the "boring white guy" but he can also give voters the comfort zone/safety, and light the fire under the Senate, so maybe he can do it for the executive branch.
Can we switch up the tickets after the conventions? I'll take a Clinton/Biden (either way) ticket versus a McCain/Pence (HOR, represent!) ticket please.
Though this whole election is who will bring "change" to Washington, voters must know that there is some things you can't leave to chance. Washington, no matter how much we hate it, can't change that much. Sorry folks.

Can I write-in my votes? or just get two new tickets?

that particular time.

How I wish you were here...
((i'm not that great of a journalist.. i almost used "chuckled" today. where have my writing skills gone? end rant)))

out to the 'burg tomorrow... it's weird, this traveling journalist thing.. i feel trapped and free at the same time.

i'm trying to fight the cloud that is my fall/winter annual depression. i'm not to the scary part yet, but there were moments today when the cloud was definitely there. my choice of music tells of the depression - all i want is pink floyd and alanis. hopefully, i won't get to the point where u2 can't save me. i guess it's good that i'm recognizing it, not like three years ago, when i thought all was lost.

i took a nap today after work, though i had an excuse with my migraine, it was needed. i love those naps, though i could have dealt without the pain.

i guess as long as you can still feel.

you go on and on

i refuse to succumb.
i still believe.

(at that particular time, i knew not to run away again.)

I could no more stop dreaming.

I'm the kid who ran away with the circus
Now I'm watering elephants
But I sometimes lie awake in the sawdust
Dreaming I'm in a suit of light

Late at night in the empty big top
Im all alone on the high wire
Look he's working without a net this time
He's a real death defier

I'm the kid who always looked out the window
Failing tests in geography
But I've seen things far beyond just the schoolyard
Distant shores of exotic lands

There're the spires of the turkish empire
Six months since we made landfall
Riding low with the spice of india
Through gibraltar, were rich men all

I'm the kid who thought we'd someday be lovers
Always held out that time would tell
Time was talking
I guess I just wasn't listening
No surprise, if you know me well

And as we're walking toward the train station
There's a whispering rainfall
Across the boulevard, you slip your hand in mine
In the distance the train calls

I'm the kid who has this habit of dreaming
Sometimes gets me in trouble too
But the truth is
I could no more stop dreaming
Than I could make them all come true
Than I could make them all come true

all the leaves are brown

I need to transcribe an hour long interview (because I'm such a fantastic journalist and never take notes), but GOD ALMIGHTY, I don't want to do it.
So I cleaned my apartment, paid bills, and I'm thinking about doing laundry.
Which means I'll be up until 2 unnecessarily to transcribe.
BLARGH.
All because I need to read the last 2 months of Gawker.
It's strange to think I've already been here a month (stranger to think that I have 8 months left).
I'm thinking about graduate school again. The problem is.. I don't really know what I want to do. I love behind-the-scenes stuff of television, I love editing for newspapers.. but it seems that .. I love it too much. I would like to be a media blogger/critic.. but blargh, there's like 4 of those and they're not going to die for a long time. And I don't know if the "college professor" route is one I should take. Blargh....
I do know that I can't live up here very long. It's better than DC, I'm actually in the south here, but I miss my friends... maybe I'll wind up in N.O.?
Heck, I don't know.

The train pulled into Paris like a rocket to the moon

Things that saved today: "Livin' on a prayer," coffee, a double cheeseburger, Diet Mountain Dew.

I think I want to write a book (but doesn't everybody?).

I'm so excited to sleep late...and not drive 3 hours to work!

I'm learning something new. I'm testing myself.

I think I'm going to restart the grad school train.

babylon

How many miles is it to Babylon?
Threescore miles and ten.

Can I get there by candlelight?
Yes, and back again.

If your heels are nimble and light,
You may get there by candlelight.

she's like the wind.

Truths:

• God, I hate cold-calling people. That's why I just want to sit at a desk somewhere and deal with the wires. HATE IT.
  
• I'm having a moment where I need to see friendly faces.
• Every day.
• I'm needing some Borge today.
• Thursdays!!!!! :(
• I've decided I need to go home for Thanksgiving. Let's hope work will let me off.
• I think I want to go back to school now...

already gone.

I need a trip to Louisiana to remember what I had, and what I have now. I need to see people that I don't have to explain my life story to. That I don't have to share the story about how I made it from small town Louisiana to middle town Virginia.
The grass is always greener.
I freaking love this song from Sugarland. I was hard core a couple years ago, with Small Town Jericho and some of their other songs. I need to buy the new album.

I'm feeling restless again. I don't know why I do that, but it should stop sometime. Today I had the urge to move to the Alps. Like THE Alps. Sigh.

I cut coupons today, while watching the Gilmore Girls. I am so Rory.
And I am my mother.

That's all. Time to go to work.

problem girl.

Roanoke. Apartment is too big, job is overwhelming.
Life is different.
But of course, I can't run back to the burning stable.