Oh look, Death has feet.
Hey kitties.
I live on facebook these days. However, I missed Ben the rat and decided to pay him a visit.
UCF has monopolized my brain. Molested may be the more appropriate term.
The second I get home I crash, which is bad seeing as I type this I have two articles to write, phone calls to make, tests to take and sleep to neglect.
Last night I took a valerian suppliment, went to bed at 11 p.m. (keep in mind the two hour nap from 5 p.m. to 7 p.m.), took some advil at 12:32 a.m. and finally eased my way to sleep. This morning, I woke up for a briefly at 7:30 a.m. to turn off my alarm as it began to play the first two seconds of The Killers (the intro is particularly annoying while in limbo from the land of nod), again at 9 a.m. and than lastly at 10:45 a.m. when the impending necessity to visit the internship arose as unavoidable.
I sold my soul to black, white and read all over. Today, I waited for a phone call from the Tampa FBI PR rep I never received while I wrote On the Town and Police Blotters. The latter require copy/paste from continuingly relevent goings on in Seminole County.
For the Central Florida Future I have an article about Parkour due and a preview about the Diva Invasion put on by the Gay, Lesbian and Bisexual Students Union at UCF. The latter of which I still have yet to finish sourcing for. Sigh. It's not due till Sunday, maybe I could relax for the rest of the afternoon, though doubtful.
If you're curious about all the work I've been doing you can google my name. Some of my stuff pops up, which is cool. You can go to www.centralfloridafuture.com and search my name and 14 of my articles pop up. I've written 26. You can also go to www.seminolechronicle.com and search my name there. I think I have six or seven.
I love journalism, but I hate school. Lament Lament lament.