Goodbye, Michigan. Hello, Carolina. I'm on my way, China.
I am not a blogger. I may never be. I was once an angst-filled youth in need of some kind of whiny release, updating my oh-so-fascinating LiveJournal daily on my adventures as, well, me. These days, I blog in re-caps. I forget about my LiveJournal, neglect it, remember it and try to play catch-up. Here is the latest installment:
When we left off back in July, my internship was coming to an end, I was never going to finish my work, my living situation was souring and I was more than ready to return to Chapel Hill. My living situation did in fact get worse, I finished my internship without tying up loose ends on my project, and I am now happily back at Carolina with the people I love and the man of my dreams.
That said, I have spent the last few weeks alternating between spending entire days in the basement of the journalism school slaving away on the Web-site for Special Olympics and giving in to apathy. I spent a phenomenal weekend in Manhattan with a handful of my favorite people, including the Kate and the Tyler. And Aunt Nora, who donated her Hilton points to the Jason-And-Tyler-Want-To-Do-It-In-The-Waldorf fund. The whole weekend was unbelievable, and I am so in love with the city. I want/need to live there when I graduate, which I guess will be in May. While in NYC, we saw three shows, one of which was Rent. I have seen Rent multiple times, but Adam Pascal and Anthony Rapp are doing a temporary stint in the show right now, so I was able to see the ORIGINAL Mark and Roger. Oh, it was unreal. The most excruciatingly wonderful theater experience of my life. I miss performing. A lot. We also saw A Chorus Line and The 25th Annual Putnum County Spelling Bee. Putnum now ranks high in my favorite musicals list, and one of the characters is now number two on my list of dream rolls. Right under Mark. We also went to an amazing bar in Chelsea where I danced so hard I ripped my pants open. So worth it. And we so did it in the Waldorf.
Classes began this week, and I have academic envy. I want to be in a classroom learning something. Instead, I spent all day Tuesday shooting and all day today editing a 3 minute documentary. Practice for China, I am told, but I spent the entire time training the other two members of my team. I am apparently excused from having to complete the next two videos because I have plenty of experience and need to work on the site. Holler. I am also on the best team in China and am covering the most difficult sports. And doing mini documentaries. And am a photographer for the daily photo galleries. All of which will be on two different SO sites and well as ESPN. Holler.
Moving on, I leave for China a week from Friday. So something like 9 or 10 days. I will be gone until October 28, though it looks more likely that we will be free to travel afterward. A large part of me wants to travel and see more of SE Asia, but I am already homesick for Tyler, and I have not even left yet. This coming Friday, we are hosting a going-away party for Kate and me subtitled, "The night that ruined Tyler's life." We have to dress as either Chinese or African stereotypes. I am going as a Chinese tourist. Mostly, I just want to take a million pictures. I haven't taken many lately, but I have the photo bug again.
I have been in the computer labs since nine this morning, and I cannot leave until 9:30 because they are paying me to keep the labs open so my class can work on our video projects. My class has been gone since six, but some stupid fucking group is meeting down here. So I have to wait until 9:30 to remove them. This makes me want to cut them. Deeply.
That is the latest, I believe. I am desperately in love with my boyfriend, I am going to China soon, and I will be back in November to bake for my six roommates. :)
When we left off back in July, my internship was coming to an end, I was never going to finish my work, my living situation was souring and I was more than ready to return to Chapel Hill. My living situation did in fact get worse, I finished my internship without tying up loose ends on my project, and I am now happily back at Carolina with the people I love and the man of my dreams.
That said, I have spent the last few weeks alternating between spending entire days in the basement of the journalism school slaving away on the Web-site for Special Olympics and giving in to apathy. I spent a phenomenal weekend in Manhattan with a handful of my favorite people, including the Kate and the Tyler. And Aunt Nora, who donated her Hilton points to the Jason-And-Tyler-Want-To-Do-It-In-The-Waldorf fund. The whole weekend was unbelievable, and I am so in love with the city. I want/need to live there when I graduate, which I guess will be in May. While in NYC, we saw three shows, one of which was Rent. I have seen Rent multiple times, but Adam Pascal and Anthony Rapp are doing a temporary stint in the show right now, so I was able to see the ORIGINAL Mark and Roger. Oh, it was unreal. The most excruciatingly wonderful theater experience of my life. I miss performing. A lot. We also saw A Chorus Line and The 25th Annual Putnum County Spelling Bee. Putnum now ranks high in my favorite musicals list, and one of the characters is now number two on my list of dream rolls. Right under Mark. We also went to an amazing bar in Chelsea where I danced so hard I ripped my pants open. So worth it. And we so did it in the Waldorf.
Classes began this week, and I have academic envy. I want to be in a classroom learning something. Instead, I spent all day Tuesday shooting and all day today editing a 3 minute documentary. Practice for China, I am told, but I spent the entire time training the other two members of my team. I am apparently excused from having to complete the next two videos because I have plenty of experience and need to work on the site. Holler. I am also on the best team in China and am covering the most difficult sports. And doing mini documentaries. And am a photographer for the daily photo galleries. All of which will be on two different SO sites and well as ESPN. Holler.
Moving on, I leave for China a week from Friday. So something like 9 or 10 days. I will be gone until October 28, though it looks more likely that we will be free to travel afterward. A large part of me wants to travel and see more of SE Asia, but I am already homesick for Tyler, and I have not even left yet. This coming Friday, we are hosting a going-away party for Kate and me subtitled, "The night that ruined Tyler's life." We have to dress as either Chinese or African stereotypes. I am going as a Chinese tourist. Mostly, I just want to take a million pictures. I haven't taken many lately, but I have the photo bug again.
I have been in the computer labs since nine this morning, and I cannot leave until 9:30 because they are paying me to keep the labs open so my class can work on our video projects. My class has been gone since six, but some stupid fucking group is meeting down here. So I have to wait until 9:30 to remove them. This makes me want to cut them. Deeply.
That is the latest, I believe. I am desperately in love with my boyfriend, I am going to China soon, and I will be back in November to bake for my six roommates. :)