journalism
people get degrees in journalism and produce this kind of work?
BEMIDJI, Minn. - "The aunt of the teenager who shot dead nine people, five of them fellow students, before killing himself drew a connection Wednesday between his crime and his own tragedies — his father took his own life, his mother is paralyzed and in a nursing home and his maternal grandfather passed away two years ago."
if it wasn't such a sad story already....
not...quite...all there.
okay, so i busted my butt this weekend to find a good outfit for an interview.
i receive a text from bond while sitting in the parking lot.
bond: how are finals going? you'll do awesome, girl. almost done!
bek: i'm about to go into my interview. then presentation tonite.
bek: oh no! i don't have any mascara on!
bond: don't worry. they don't like mascara.
need help at being a girl.
--b
weather forecast
i could have predicted the thunderstorms today. it always rains on presentation nights....i also have an interview today.
nobody's grass is as green as ours.
by the time tuesday comes around, i will be in the midst of finals and interviews. so let me post a little early...
it will be one year on march 22nd since i started dating the most incredible guy EVER.
i am so blessed to have him in my life. it's a strange thing to get everything you've always wanted in a guy (trust me, that's not a short list, either). there are times when we're together when i think, "i could die right now." everything seems perfect in the world. i know that's all cheezy and stupid sounding, but it's a real feeling i get. gosh, i didn't think i'd ever be like this. haha!
two years ago, i would have never imagined myself being at this point in my life (crazy in luv). i planned on not dating anyone till after i finished my undergrad (i'm a serious geek who is too ambitious). God is so awesome.
all i know is, life will never be boring *grin*
will celebrate one year in colorado next weekend...*big smile*
--b
playlistism
Playlistism
1. Discrimination based not on race, gender, or religion, but rather on a disturbingly horrible iTunes music library discovered through a school or job network.Roots from Wesleyan University; refers to the "shared music" feature available on iTunes in which one can browse the various music libraries of the co-workers or classmates in their network. Often requires awkward explanation of why you have "that song."
Mike accused me of playlistism when I questioned his collection of Color Me Badd b-sides.
1 definition
(urbandictionary.com)
imagine the criticism i would get if i had a school network.
*my 'indie' friends would be mad about my mainstream play lists (green day...avril..)
*(my tight-conservative friends would be mad about my green day......guster......etc etc etc)
*my boyfriend would laugh at my motown hits
*my other friends would moan at my christian music
*all my ati friends would send me to gothard to get demons cast out of me
*my parents would wonder. their confusion would immediatley be followed by some kind of hilarious parent-like response. i'll spare you.
misc:
*my best friend would hound me for music constantly *grin* (we share well.)
*my brother would call me about shows downtown like rouge wave....arcade fire....
* would get constant phone calls, "who the heck are the shins?"
please hire me.
i am finally on the road to finding a new, better job. my little "in between moving/school/life" job has been going on for far too long.
maybe i will have my weekends back again soon.
i made my first bid on ebay this week. and i lost that pair of DKNY jeans by 50 cents. they prolly wouldn't have fit. *sigh*
--b
a little too close to home.
i am sure that everyone has heard by now about the guy that killed 3 people in the courthouse here in atlanta yesterday.
well, they caught him this morning *15* minutes from my house. how comforting.
*growl*
i was frustrated. furious. yet again, another self-absorbed brat-girl (if there is such a word) ticked me off (why, oh why is it so hard for me to get along with girls?? they're so mean. *).
SO mad, apparently, that i had dreams about my fury. i dreamed that she moved in with me at some apartment that looked more like a hotel than anything else...and i just let it all out. i was like, "hey, why are you such a jerk? why did you lie to me ? blah blah"
next thing i remember, we were in a grocery store...and i was flying through the air doing some kind of obscure karate. basically, kicking her butt.
i woke up refreshed.
--b
dream interpretations are welcome, but i think it's pretty clear. i was ticked.
*umm, not all of them, obviously. *grin* i don't hate you if you're a girl and reading this right now. unless you are her . heh
motivate me.
there's somehow a mental block when it comes to studying codes. i know they are a necessary evil, but when i'm not doing well on quizzes that i study for...why study at all?
last quiz i studied for hours...10, possibly? i came out with a 79. i'm sorry...why did i bother? this stuff, honestly, is not hard. it's just the whole darn multiple choice thing. i hate mc tests.
ugh, i think i'm stuck in a lazy rut.
--b
