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I will watch whatever movie is on late-night television. This includes, but is not limited to, movies on the following channels: USA, TNT, TBS, Lifetime, WE and Soap TV.
Sometimes there are decent things on Channel 16. Maybe it is 18; I don't know.
By the way, no one else at work shares my disdain for semicolons. They are completely unnecessary. Either use a comma and a conjunction or just use a fucking period. It's not that hard.
Also, exclamation points are fucking worthless. When I was in Nebraska, some dude from the Denver Post said that journalists get five exclamation points in their careers. I agree with that. Fuck those things.
I am covering the UCA Cheerleading National Championship tomorrow at Disney's Wide World of Sports. I am pretty excited about this, because it will be something different, and it should be relatively quick and easy. There is a block party for all the cheerleaders later that night, but someone told me I am not allowed to go to it. That is somewhat frustrating, although it is not as though I can compete with male cheerleaders. They are fucking fit.
In what is really not a surprise, I have been sleeping less. This happens all the time, and is not really newsworthy, although I have been going to class and doing most of my work, which is something new.
Ideally, I will graduate and have the opportunity to move. The Midwest would be nice, but unrealistic and probably just overall depressing. I think a more realistic scenario is staying instate, simply because that is where most of my contacts are. By the time I am 30, which is quickly approaching, I would like to not be in Florida. That seems plausible and almost likely. I am good enough at what I do to be able to move on from places, and my writing has progressed to the point where it is not awful, which is another notch in my belt, or something. One more thing to focus on would be some technical knowledge, such as Dreamweaver, HTML, Photoshop and InDesign. I am sparsely skilled in all of those areas and ignorant in most of them.
I don't think there is much going other than work and school, which is not surprising. I would say that I am writing more, but I only have two entries in my (physical) journal since the start of the year. I have been writing a lot, but nearly all of it has been for the paper. I have been getting good responses for how the section looks so far this semester, but I do not know if they are actually complements or they are just glad that I am not EIC anymore. I am willing to be that a fair share of it is the latter.
I had pretty awesome birthday, although there were some people who weren't there that I would have loved see. But everyone who showed up was awesome, save for the people who brought people who were not invited. That was bothersome. Fuck those guys. Everyone loves my mother and Kevin, which is not surprising, because she is generally awesome and he can be cool, I guess.
I have been thinking a lot about my existence, at least within the reality I currently am, if that makes sense. Mostly I have thought about what people around me actually mean, what my actions mean and whom they affect, and how I am living my life. I do not know if I ever being sincere, but I do not know if that is a problem. It's not as though I lie often, because I don't, but I just don't really care enough about some people around me to not be sarcastic all the time. I do not know what that means. On any given day, I have fewer than two non-sports related interactions in which I think I am not being a dick. I don't know if most people deserve, but I am not sure that matters.
There were a lot of negatives in that paragraph. It was quite impressive.
I have had semi-constant (is that inherently a fallacy? probably) with Allison since I saw her during the holidays. I detailed that in the physical journal, which, I noticed, dates back to 2000 or 2001, I think. It is quite amazing to read some of the things I wrote, as well as some of the errors that still appear in my writing almost eight years later. Anyway, it has been a welcome respite to have some conversation with her, because it at the least somewhat validates the amount of time I spend thinking about her, and even sparse texts from her are a significant improvement on the interaction I have on a daily basis with some of the shitheads in this office and university.
Oh, I have a CD player in my car now, which is great, because now I can listen to music discs, save for the ones stuck in my old CD player in my trunk. There are good CDs in there that I want to listen to.
That is all I have, probably. I don't know. I need to get some sleep eventually, because now my head hurts.
I want some penicillin.
Sometimes there are decent things on Channel 16. Maybe it is 18; I don't know.
By the way, no one else at work shares my disdain for semicolons. They are completely unnecessary. Either use a comma and a conjunction or just use a fucking period. It's not that hard.
Also, exclamation points are fucking worthless. When I was in Nebraska, some dude from the Denver Post said that journalists get five exclamation points in their careers. I agree with that. Fuck those things.
I am covering the UCA Cheerleading National Championship tomorrow at Disney's Wide World of Sports. I am pretty excited about this, because it will be something different, and it should be relatively quick and easy. There is a block party for all the cheerleaders later that night, but someone told me I am not allowed to go to it. That is somewhat frustrating, although it is not as though I can compete with male cheerleaders. They are fucking fit.
In what is really not a surprise, I have been sleeping less. This happens all the time, and is not really newsworthy, although I have been going to class and doing most of my work, which is something new.
Ideally, I will graduate and have the opportunity to move. The Midwest would be nice, but unrealistic and probably just overall depressing. I think a more realistic scenario is staying instate, simply because that is where most of my contacts are. By the time I am 30, which is quickly approaching, I would like to not be in Florida. That seems plausible and almost likely. I am good enough at what I do to be able to move on from places, and my writing has progressed to the point where it is not awful, which is another notch in my belt, or something. One more thing to focus on would be some technical knowledge, such as Dreamweaver, HTML, Photoshop and InDesign. I am sparsely skilled in all of those areas and ignorant in most of them.
I don't think there is much going other than work and school, which is not surprising. I would say that I am writing more, but I only have two entries in my (physical) journal since the start of the year. I have been writing a lot, but nearly all of it has been for the paper. I have been getting good responses for how the section looks so far this semester, but I do not know if they are actually complements or they are just glad that I am not EIC anymore. I am willing to be that a fair share of it is the latter.
I had pretty awesome birthday, although there were some people who weren't there that I would have loved see. But everyone who showed up was awesome, save for the people who brought people who were not invited. That was bothersome. Fuck those guys. Everyone loves my mother and Kevin, which is not surprising, because she is generally awesome and he can be cool, I guess.
I have been thinking a lot about my existence, at least within the reality I currently am, if that makes sense. Mostly I have thought about what people around me actually mean, what my actions mean and whom they affect, and how I am living my life. I do not know if I ever being sincere, but I do not know if that is a problem. It's not as though I lie often, because I don't, but I just don't really care enough about some people around me to not be sarcastic all the time. I do not know what that means. On any given day, I have fewer than two non-sports related interactions in which I think I am not being a dick. I don't know if most people deserve, but I am not sure that matters.
There were a lot of negatives in that paragraph. It was quite impressive.
I have had semi-constant (is that inherently a fallacy? probably) with Allison since I saw her during the holidays. I detailed that in the physical journal, which, I noticed, dates back to 2000 or 2001, I think. It is quite amazing to read some of the things I wrote, as well as some of the errors that still appear in my writing almost eight years later. Anyway, it has been a welcome respite to have some conversation with her, because it at the least somewhat validates the amount of time I spend thinking about her, and even sparse texts from her are a significant improvement on the interaction I have on a daily basis with some of the shitheads in this office and university.
Oh, I have a CD player in my car now, which is great, because now I can listen to music discs, save for the ones stuck in my old CD player in my trunk. There are good CDs in there that I want to listen to.
That is all I have, probably. I don't know. I need to get some sleep eventually, because now my head hurts.
I want some penicillin.