No Sticker, No Love

I was not one of those girls that collected the Lisa Frank sparkly sticker packs. I did not scrapbook and I have never been to Creative Memories. I now know that one small sticker, or lack there of, can ruin my day.

I will admit that I arrived at the voting polls on Tuesday a little late, around 5:15 p.m., but am I not entitled to my "I Voted" sticker? I waited all day for that sticky piece of paper and I was slightly wounded when informed that they had run out and I was turned away without one.

I walked back out into the cold and to my car, still steaming about my missing sticker. When I arrived at my 6 p.m. Women's Health class, I noticed that my teacher had one of the coveted stickers on the tip of her sneaker. It was almost as if she had tried to throw it away and it had stuck around as a painful reminder that I was stickerless and pissed off about it.

So Obama won. Woot...but where the hell is my sticker?!

A rant about my stressful week to come

There are so many things happening this week, that I feel the need to list them off somewhere. Yes, it may just be a rant about how stressful life can be, but I'll take it.

Sunday: Work on internship applications, study for test, finish a paper due on Tuesday, work on a project due Thursday.
Monday: English test, work, upload half the newspaper, study for test #2.
Tuesday: Sociology test (a.k.a. test #2), class, paper due, work, class, work, class, upload the rest of The Orion.
Wednesday: possible test, deliver The Orion, class, The Orion critique, editorial board, maybe sleep.
Thursday: Communication Design test, class, work, class, work, get internship applications ready.
Friday: Mail internship applications, class, try to find flights to Washington D.C., finish Halloween costume.

There are the big events in my week. It may be a horrifying week, but I'll live. If nothing else, this list will remind me of things to do this week. What's your week looking like?

Stressful happiness

So, it seems to be that time of year where the end of the semester isn't yet close, but preparing for the following semester, summer and even my career have landed right in the midst of my current responsibilities. My planner has never been so full of pertinent events and obligations.

My house is back to being messy as I try to clean up my scattered datebook and prioritize. Everyday a new revised to-do list seems to not get smaller, but grows daily as my procrastination is finally taking its toll.

It seems that I was born to write on deadlines, since I can never seem to do anything before I absolutely need to -- but Katy and I think this means we were born to be reporters :) Grants, interviews, homework, essays, blogs, debates, voting and internships -- all demand attention and I'm beginning to wear a little thin.

But you know what? I'd rather be stretched far than wallowing in blissful ignorance and apathy. So, much is going on and while it is all consuming, it is just as rewarding. As I move through life my decisions are more distintly shaping my life and currently I'm on the brink of life altering milestones -- life is happily crazy.

Can anyone else relate?

We all have a role to play

At least according to my very unusually dream last night.

I tend to have dreams that make little to no sense and jump all over the place. I rarely can piece together what any of it means. But when I awoke this morning, I vividly remembered the part of last night's dream that included all of us Orionites.

I was in my house (which is always two stories for some reason - I have never lived in a two story house, so go figure) and Katy appears at my door. She starts telling me, "You're so late!" over and over again.
"You are supposed to be shooting your scene and you're holding everyone up!" she screams. Utterly confused, I throw some clothes on (because I was naked as always in my dreams) and follow her out the door.

We appear at the set of a movie where everyone is waiting to shoot our final scene. We are doing a remake of "Mean Girls" (I attribute this to Walter telling at ed board me he can relate anything in his life to this film) and we have to film the final song/dance. Genny, Katy and I are all lip synching to "Jingle Bell Rock" and I keep making up my own dance moves. Every editor, including Dave and Lewis, are watching us and it's kinda creepy.

We break for lunch and I see Donald Trump standing in the Kraft Food Services line. I tell him that he should buy real estate and turn them into high schools. I find this hilarious.

When I told Katy this today in the basement, she thought it made sense since the O is kind of clique-y, but I think I should just stop dropping acid before bedtime( jk...I'm very much anti-drug).

My friend, Genevra McLaren

My friend Genevra McLaren is the only Genevra McLaren in the world.

I thought she was lying when she told me this, but I searched Google, which contains the names of every human being who has ever lived, and sure enough, all of the results took me to my friend.

My friend, Genny McLaren.

Genny is a tea connoisseur. She has excellent taste in spiced teas, which she shares with me sometimes.

The first time I hung out with Genny, I played the hand game “slide” with her.

In the above sentence, Genny would know whether or not the phrase should be “hanged out,” because she is good with grammar.

In the above sentence, Genny would know that “whether or not” should be shortened to just “whether.”

My friend Genny likes to watch silly videos with me sometimes.

One time, Genny punched me in the face, and only because I spat on her. I immediately forgave her though, because I’m sure the punch was somehow linked to a valuable lesson in copy editing.

Genny doesn’t like it when people say, “Such and such a team had a 2-1 win over such and such another team.” She would rather have the word “over” be “against.”

Genny was born in Caribou, Maine.

Sometimes I pronounce the word “program” as “progrum.” I don’t think Genny likes this at all.

Sometimes I call Genny “Genevris.” I’m not sure how she feels about this so I’ll keep doing it.

I don’t know a lot of things about Genny, but I do know enough about Genny to know that she is my good friend, so I’m not worried about becoming more acquainted with her.

Also, I stole her diary and have lots of free time tonight.

My political blogging

I just wanted to share with everyone the blogs that I wrote for The New York Times on the presidential and vice presidential debates.

Here are the links:
Here's my intro
Blog on the first presidential debate
Blog on vice presidential debate
Blog on final presidential debate


Also, check out The Orion political blog!