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I HAVE A DATE TO THE SPRING DANCE!!!! HOLLA! I'm totally shocked, b/c I expected that he'd either be dating someone, be busy, or not remember me from our meeting over a year ago, and would say no. But he said YES!!! :D And, he seems relatively excited about it. *happy dance*
In other news....
I didn't get the internship in gvegas. *tear* But, on the bright side, I don't have to commute twice a day (during rush our, no less) on two of the busiest interstates. And, this means that, in theory, I can take it easy this summer (my last one before I have to participate in the proverbial Real World *shudder*). I am, however, perplexed about what I can do to make me irresistable to grad schools. So, that's when a lady in Admissions told me about this internship at the Herald-Journal. It involves reporting and writing, the idea of which terrifies me a bit, because it would mean I'd have to put myself out there, but at the same time, I know that the very act of doing so would free me from my ridiculous fear of failure, regardless of the actual outcome. So, that's my new Plan B. If that doesn't work out, then I'm going to look into another gvegas firm, to see if they have any unpaid internships. At this point, as long as I can get the experience, I'll be satisfied.
I have SOOOOOOOOO much to do in the next few weeks. I know, I know--who doesn't? I spent about 4 hours at Barnes & Noble today, and managed to get a few things started. Tonight, I hope to write at least 2 of the 5 papers that are currently on my plate. If I can get 4 of them written tonight, I can write the other one tomorrow (or at least, finish researching the topic). Doing so would make my next 2 weeks SO much easier. I know it's ambitious, and I'll very likely give up around 3 a.m., but I'll be relatively satisfied if I at least make a dent in these tasks.
I've been thinking a lot about my future lately. Why not aim for Boston? Why not aim for Vogue or Real Simple? The worst that can happen is that I won't get that far: I'll end up somewhere else, end up in a totally different industry or career, or find out I hate my destination. Even if that's the case, at least I'll know that I gave it a shot.
It's Alumnae Weekend, and once again, some of the hallmates have been ambushed by alumnae who positively begged to be allowed to revisit their old rooms. I crawled out of my downy hole around noon, only to encounter two very Talbot's-esque young ladies as I staggered, eyes half-open and hair smashed in random patterns to my face, into the bathroom. And to think, I'll be one of those women in about a year. *GASP*
In other news....
I didn't get the internship in gvegas. *tear* But, on the bright side, I don't have to commute twice a day (during rush our, no less) on two of the busiest interstates. And, this means that, in theory, I can take it easy this summer (my last one before I have to participate in the proverbial Real World *shudder*). I am, however, perplexed about what I can do to make me irresistable to grad schools. So, that's when a lady in Admissions told me about this internship at the Herald-Journal. It involves reporting and writing, the idea of which terrifies me a bit, because it would mean I'd have to put myself out there, but at the same time, I know that the very act of doing so would free me from my ridiculous fear of failure, regardless of the actual outcome. So, that's my new Plan B. If that doesn't work out, then I'm going to look into another gvegas firm, to see if they have any unpaid internships. At this point, as long as I can get the experience, I'll be satisfied.
I have SOOOOOOOOO much to do in the next few weeks. I know, I know--who doesn't? I spent about 4 hours at Barnes & Noble today, and managed to get a few things started. Tonight, I hope to write at least 2 of the 5 papers that are currently on my plate. If I can get 4 of them written tonight, I can write the other one tomorrow (or at least, finish researching the topic). Doing so would make my next 2 weeks SO much easier. I know it's ambitious, and I'll very likely give up around 3 a.m., but I'll be relatively satisfied if I at least make a dent in these tasks.
I've been thinking a lot about my future lately. Why not aim for Boston? Why not aim for Vogue or Real Simple? The worst that can happen is that I won't get that far: I'll end up somewhere else, end up in a totally different industry or career, or find out I hate my destination. Even if that's the case, at least I'll know that I gave it a shot.
It's Alumnae Weekend, and once again, some of the hallmates have been ambushed by alumnae who positively begged to be allowed to revisit their old rooms. I crawled out of my downy hole around noon, only to encounter two very Talbot's-esque young ladies as I staggered, eyes half-open and hair smashed in random patterns to my face, into the bathroom. And to think, I'll be one of those women in about a year. *GASP*