STILL sitting in the newsroom. I'm waiting for my roommate's ass to get done night chiefing (sending pages to press) so I don't have to walk home alone.
Sometimes wierd things happen in the newsroom.
Renick was just talking about getting a hair trim. That's not the wierd part, the wierd part is why.
"Obi-Wan Kenobi's hair isn't this long."
(What he's going to be for Halloween.)
Awesome. (:))
SO- coming home this weekend I think. I can't imagine there's a whole lot going on, and I don't know when the next time I'm going to get to go home is going to be.
BUSY BUSY BUSY BUSY BUSY BUSY BUSY BUSY BUSY BUSY BUSY BUSY
Anyway- I need to at least enter these short things every so often but I am a slacker. Tonight I came into the newsroom and wrote probably the gayest 1 scene from the gayest play I'm sure anyone has EVER WRITTEN. AND I made a list of random PR blogs I didn't even glance at.
The Verge is going to be totally busy for BO'Malley next week. I want to make sure that he has everything easy, because otherwise it might suck (FOR HIM). And tomorrow I have shittons of things to do... UGH. I gotta do homework, write a story about food allergies, eat Thomas dining and critique it, make it to class and go to sorority recruitment practice at 5, then come back to the newsroom for some sweet Verge designing.
GTG
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