I just realized that I don't have happy icons anymore. =(
I had a pretty decent day. I mean, it might not have sounded that way from the Friends' Only rant I unloaded earlier, but it was pretty good.
I'm not dreading work tomorrow as much as I usually do.
I've got a new Wait, Wait Don't Tell Me! podcast, after all--not to mention about 20 other news-based podcasts that I can waste mass amounts of time with.
I've become a little bit of a political junkie back in Buena Vista. Partially, because United States politics are horrifying and campy in their own special way (I'm all about horrifying and campy things), partially because I feel like I should at least know a little bit about that shit if I want to be a journalist, and partially because there's not a lot else to do. I mean, if I'm going to get super-absorbed in something, it might as well be politics--as opposed to hard drugs, Bible-chucking fundamentalism, Magic: The Gathering, or bestiality.
Oh! And on an unrelated note--
My cousin, Natalie, is finally getting her Master's Degree in Creative Writing with a minor in Publishing Arts from the University of Baltimore. We received her graduation invitation today. It looked so pretty and official.
I wish I could go.
I'm so so so proud of her.
And her hard work to get her college done has always been a great inspiration for me.
I know that sounds lame and cliche, but she's one of the most incredible people I've ever known.
And I suppose I've always felt a weird kinship toward her. I mean, aside from the fact that we're cousins and everything, I barely got to see her. But, like me, she's the middle daughter. It's almost eerie how much our sibling relationships line up--we're both parked between a boisterous, directionless, self-affirming older sister and a tormented genius/rebel-without-a-cause younger brother.
When I do get to see her, it's like we grew up living next door to each other. We laugh at the same jokes, raise our eyebrows at the same displays of stupidity, and exchange looks of quiet, jealous contempt when our Amazing Aunt Cindy (I'm not being sarcastic here--Cindy really is one of the most amazing, fascinating, and ridiculously intelligent women I've ever known. To be honest, though, it's kind of annoying) goes on about her exceedingly successful daughter's overseas escapades.
But, of course, Natalie is calmer, prettier, more intelligent, and much more driven than I am now. A narcissistic little part of me would like to think that she was as anxious and bitter as I am when she was nineteen.
But, to be honest, if I grew up to be half as cool as that girl, I'd be ecstatic.
So maybe I will get a Master's in Journalism, instead of a Bachelor's. Maybe I won't have to work for a crappy small-town paper or the failing Rocky Mountain Newsblog.
Maybe I'll write books. Natalie can give me a good word with her publisher.
I'm not dreading work tomorrow as much as I usually do.
I've got a new Wait, Wait Don't Tell Me! podcast, after all--not to mention about 20 other news-based podcasts that I can waste mass amounts of time with.
I've become a little bit of a political junkie back in Buena Vista. Partially, because United States politics are horrifying and campy in their own special way (I'm all about horrifying and campy things), partially because I feel like I should at least know a little bit about that shit if I want to be a journalist, and partially because there's not a lot else to do. I mean, if I'm going to get super-absorbed in something, it might as well be politics--as opposed to hard drugs, Bible-chucking fundamentalism, Magic: The Gathering, or bestiality.
Oh! And on an unrelated note--
My cousin, Natalie, is finally getting her Master's Degree in Creative Writing with a minor in Publishing Arts from the University of Baltimore. We received her graduation invitation today. It looked so pretty and official.
I wish I could go.
I'm so so so proud of her.
And her hard work to get her college done has always been a great inspiration for me.
I know that sounds lame and cliche, but she's one of the most incredible people I've ever known.
And I suppose I've always felt a weird kinship toward her. I mean, aside from the fact that we're cousins and everything, I barely got to see her. But, like me, she's the middle daughter. It's almost eerie how much our sibling relationships line up--we're both parked between a boisterous, directionless, self-affirming older sister and a tormented genius/rebel-without-a-cause younger brother.
When I do get to see her, it's like we grew up living next door to each other. We laugh at the same jokes, raise our eyebrows at the same displays of stupidity, and exchange looks of quiet, jealous contempt when our Amazing Aunt Cindy (I'm not being sarcastic here--Cindy really is one of the most amazing, fascinating, and ridiculously intelligent women I've ever known. To be honest, though, it's kind of annoying) goes on about her exceedingly successful daughter's overseas escapades.
But, of course, Natalie is calmer, prettier, more intelligent, and much more driven than I am now. A narcissistic little part of me would like to think that she was as anxious and bitter as I am when she was nineteen.
But, to be honest, if I grew up to be half as cool as that girl, I'd be ecstatic.
So maybe I will get a Master's in Journalism, instead of a Bachelor's. Maybe I won't have to work for a crappy small-town paper or the failing Rocky Mountain Newsblog.
Maybe I'll write books. Natalie can give me a good word with her publisher.