Well, I got an internship.
It was somewhat of a surprise and now I'm readying myself to move to Florida.
I didn't want to go at first — I had purposely applied to like five places, turning my face to the industry and adulthood. But, like all things in life, things didn't work out like I'd planned. I'm excited to go; I'm living with my grandparents, which will be relaxing. Hopefully I'll get some time off from drinking, sex and the craziness that has been this semester.
I also am mixed about leaving because I had hoped to find someone, at least for a little while. Having lived in a Sarasota swirl for the past several weeks, I'd put that aside, but, just like before, something popped up and hit me in the face.
A guy who I dated, had things broken off with and then began, um, having a few relations with, was over, we were doing our thing when it happened. He dropped an L-bomb on me. I was so stunned I had nothing to say. Of course he was like "Oh, that's not what I meant to say...umm..." and very flustered. But, it opened my box of emotions again. I'll see how things pan out in the future, but I'm hopeful we see where things go.
Well, I'm almost ready to start my summer and here goes nothing.
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
Tuesday, January 1, 2008
New year, no plan
This is the year of wants.
I know that might sound childish, but I've sacrificed a lot to many different things in 2007. Now, it's time to take some time for me. I've come back different. Every few years, I feel like a part of me dies and comes back to life, changed in some way. Professionally, I'm where I want to be. Personally, I'm not sure what I want. I've decided to take this year, not do an internship, focus on school, myself and work at The State News. I'm making more room in my life to live, instead of running from one thing to the next, with no time to think. I'm going up north this summer. I'm open to the idea of a relationship. I'm open to the idea of walking away from it all and doing something completely different. I've come to the conclusion there is no right or wrong way to do your life, there are only different paths that take you to different places. When I first started college, I had mapped out each semester, marking my graduation this spring. I laugh at the thought of leaving MSU this semester, because I'm not ready to start my life. I still have a few things left to try and do before I go. I feel like I've stepped back from my life, and am taking a breath. I push and push until I break through to want I want. Having done that with my career, I've been left with questions about my personal life and what I want to come next. I feel older, much older.
I'm excited to see what this year brings me and the things I'll learn. I've never been very good at operating without a clear plan, but here it goes.
I know that might sound childish, but I've sacrificed a lot to many different things in 2007. Now, it's time to take some time for me. I've come back different. Every few years, I feel like a part of me dies and comes back to life, changed in some way. Professionally, I'm where I want to be. Personally, I'm not sure what I want. I've decided to take this year, not do an internship, focus on school, myself and work at The State News. I'm making more room in my life to live, instead of running from one thing to the next, with no time to think. I'm going up north this summer. I'm open to the idea of a relationship. I'm open to the idea of walking away from it all and doing something completely different. I've come to the conclusion there is no right or wrong way to do your life, there are only different paths that take you to different places. When I first started college, I had mapped out each semester, marking my graduation this spring. I laugh at the thought of leaving MSU this semester, because I'm not ready to start my life. I still have a few things left to try and do before I go. I feel like I've stepped back from my life, and am taking a breath. I push and push until I break through to want I want. Having done that with my career, I've been left with questions about my personal life and what I want to come next. I feel older, much older.
I'm excited to see what this year brings me and the things I'll learn. I've never been very good at operating without a clear plan, but here it goes.
Tuesday, December 25, 2007
I'm off to see the Wizard
I'm back!
No, not to the blogging world. I'm back home, and couldn't be happier to be here. After doing the DC thing, it's time for me to be 21 and free for a while.
I hated 2007 - I don't think that was a secret to anyone who knows me. What was a year filled with achievements also was a year filled with setbacks. My personal life basically fell apart at the beginning of the year, and it was up and down from there. Barring no more cancer or car accidents, I've vowed to do everything I want to in 2008. That includes basically being a student, not taking things so seriously and having way more fun. I've got my resume down, it's time to let go of all that was last year and my past.
I've also come to realize I'm not going along with this high school recreation that I've been living in. Coming back from DC has allowed me to see that some things have not changed, and it's time to put my past in the past. This is my last stint in college and it will be mine - if you aren't moving forward, you're going to be left behind. I've got a new job, new house and people I'm going to reconnect with.
I'm essentially cleaning my life out and couldn't be happier. I feel like I've had this burden lifted and am now seeing things clearly.
Here's to '08, which will be great! Even if I have to kill someone to get it that way.
No, not to the blogging world. I'm back home, and couldn't be happier to be here. After doing the DC thing, it's time for me to be 21 and free for a while.
I hated 2007 - I don't think that was a secret to anyone who knows me. What was a year filled with achievements also was a year filled with setbacks. My personal life basically fell apart at the beginning of the year, and it was up and down from there. Barring no more cancer or car accidents, I've vowed to do everything I want to in 2008. That includes basically being a student, not taking things so seriously and having way more fun. I've got my resume down, it's time to let go of all that was last year and my past.
I've also come to realize I'm not going along with this high school recreation that I've been living in. Coming back from DC has allowed me to see that some things have not changed, and it's time to put my past in the past. This is my last stint in college and it will be mine - if you aren't moving forward, you're going to be left behind. I've got a new job, new house and people I'm going to reconnect with.
I'm essentially cleaning my life out and couldn't be happier. I feel like I've had this burden lifted and am now seeing things clearly.
Here's to '08, which will be great! Even if I have to kill someone to get it that way.
Sunday, October 28, 2007
Not for me
The jury is in, and it's official.
I don't belong in Washington. I assumed when I moved here it would have the same feel as New York City — chic, stylish, fun, free, open and gritty — but I was taken back by the way people live here. Washington is not a city where people are open, free and live. They are repressed behind their suits, shirts, ties and formalities. No one is strutting down the street the way New Yorkers do. After going to New York City for the first time in high school, I knew I was in love. The city was warm and the people were connected. Washington is a city of commuters. The people here aren't real.
This weekend, in particular, made me realize I am New York, not Washington. I had lunch with Jon and he was talking to me about an upcoming business trip to New York. He talked about the visit as if it were going to be a painful experience. He told me how he didn't like New York because it was dirty. I quickly responded that the city is chic, and while parts are dirty, it's real. No false persona, no pretending. It is what it is. Then Jon began talking about Washington and how frenemies are necessary to life here. I wanted to throw up. It was then I realized I wasn't meant to be here, and how some people love living here. This city is fake, a game of smoke an mirrors. All talk and no play. Well, I decided a long time ago I was in the game of life to live and experience, and this place isn't what I want for myself. I want to live somewhere fashionable, where the people are real and connected by a sense of community. I like being part of a larger community, it's something that's important to me as a journalist and person.
Hopefully next summer I'll be somewhere fun, away from fake cities and fake people.
I'm too real for this shit. After all, I didn't spend the last four years figuring out who I am to lose it to this city.
I don't belong in Washington. I assumed when I moved here it would have the same feel as New York City — chic, stylish, fun, free, open and gritty — but I was taken back by the way people live here. Washington is not a city where people are open, free and live. They are repressed behind their suits, shirts, ties and formalities. No one is strutting down the street the way New Yorkers do. After going to New York City for the first time in high school, I knew I was in love. The city was warm and the people were connected. Washington is a city of commuters. The people here aren't real.
This weekend, in particular, made me realize I am New York, not Washington. I had lunch with Jon and he was talking to me about an upcoming business trip to New York. He talked about the visit as if it were going to be a painful experience. He told me how he didn't like New York because it was dirty. I quickly responded that the city is chic, and while parts are dirty, it's real. No false persona, no pretending. It is what it is. Then Jon began talking about Washington and how frenemies are necessary to life here. I wanted to throw up. It was then I realized I wasn't meant to be here, and how some people love living here. This city is fake, a game of smoke an mirrors. All talk and no play. Well, I decided a long time ago I was in the game of life to live and experience, and this place isn't what I want for myself. I want to live somewhere fashionable, where the people are real and connected by a sense of community. I like being part of a larger community, it's something that's important to me as a journalist and person.
Hopefully next summer I'll be somewhere fun, away from fake cities and fake people.
I'm too real for this shit. After all, I didn't spend the last four years figuring out who I am to lose it to this city.
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
What you know about me?
Nothing.
In the spring, things are getting reinvented and back to the KT roots. After a year of falling apart and putting myself back together, I'm done. The pieces are in place, and I can firmly say I'm a little older, wiser and ready for action. Everything I want is within my reach and all I have to do is reach out and touch it.
My time in DC has made me really think about what I want and how I want to live my life. The elements that I enjoy - boys, parties, shopping, going out - never has to stop. When I graduate, should I ever get there, I want to live in a place where I can be a journalist by day and the KT I've come to love at night. I didn't realize it until this semester, but it's important for me to lead an active social life. If I don't, my life is boring, and then so am I. And that's not something I'm down with.
So, in short, be ready for the spring.
Boys, money and booze to the extreme.
Along with working at the Snews and school of course.
Here's to one hell of a time!
In the spring, things are getting reinvented and back to the KT roots. After a year of falling apart and putting myself back together, I'm done. The pieces are in place, and I can firmly say I'm a little older, wiser and ready for action. Everything I want is within my reach and all I have to do is reach out and touch it.
My time in DC has made me really think about what I want and how I want to live my life. The elements that I enjoy - boys, parties, shopping, going out - never has to stop. When I graduate, should I ever get there, I want to live in a place where I can be a journalist by day and the KT I've come to love at night. I didn't realize it until this semester, but it's important for me to lead an active social life. If I don't, my life is boring, and then so am I. And that's not something I'm down with.
So, in short, be ready for the spring.
Boys, money and booze to the extreme.
Along with working at the Snews and school of course.
Here's to one hell of a time!
Friday, September 28, 2007
Smooching
What's in a kiss?
A kiss is a way to judge someone. When at a party, bar or out on the scene, I often find men I enjoy kissing are good in bed, while, the men who don't kiss well, leave something to be desired (comeplete and utter satisfaction). When I think back on my laundry list of kisses, I have some good, bad and mixed memories.
I remember when I first learned to kiss early on in college. It was with a girl, which was an awkward situation in itself. I found that kiss to be light, almost friendly. Later, as I was pleased to discover, men kiss differently. We are more agressive and tend to use our tougnes more. Personally, the more aggressive the kiss, the more I want the man (as long as I don't get tougne raped, that's just gross). When I dated Dave, we would kiss, somewhat agressivley. We were in a lip-lock for a total of three weeks. Then, like the kiss, the relationship had gotten routine and we both moved on to other lips. In that time, I've been licked (on my face, not a good lick at all), bitten and slobbered on. None of that has slowed me from finding a man with an open mouth - since moving to Washington, I've been kissing many men, some very good, some really bad.
A kiss is a wonderful way to tell you'd like to invite a gentleman caller home for the evening. It's true, some don't kiss when they hookup. I find this rediculous.
If I'm going to bag someone, I want the whole package, and a kiss is a great way to get a sample.
A kiss is a way to judge someone. When at a party, bar or out on the scene, I often find men I enjoy kissing are good in bed, while, the men who don't kiss well, leave something to be desired (comeplete and utter satisfaction). When I think back on my laundry list of kisses, I have some good, bad and mixed memories.
I remember when I first learned to kiss early on in college. It was with a girl, which was an awkward situation in itself. I found that kiss to be light, almost friendly. Later, as I was pleased to discover, men kiss differently. We are more agressive and tend to use our tougnes more. Personally, the more aggressive the kiss, the more I want the man (as long as I don't get tougne raped, that's just gross). When I dated Dave, we would kiss, somewhat agressivley. We were in a lip-lock for a total of three weeks. Then, like the kiss, the relationship had gotten routine and we both moved on to other lips. In that time, I've been licked (on my face, not a good lick at all), bitten and slobbered on. None of that has slowed me from finding a man with an open mouth - since moving to Washington, I've been kissing many men, some very good, some really bad.
A kiss is a wonderful way to tell you'd like to invite a gentleman caller home for the evening. It's true, some don't kiss when they hookup. I find this rediculous.
If I'm going to bag someone, I want the whole package, and a kiss is a great way to get a sample.
Thursday, September 27, 2007
Washington wishes and political dreams
Well, I've arrived.
It's my third week here in good old DC, and let me tell you, the first few weeks weren't easy. I was initially shocked by how rude people are here, but I've gotten over that. Last week, I fell in the subway while taking a massive amount of groceries home, and no one offered to help. And as far as the men here go, they are just average. Not bad, but not too good. I need more time to do an indepth study. Yes, that was meant to be dirty.
Now, on to the important part. The job.
I love working here. It's everything I could want and hope for in my professional life. I've learned a ton in the first three weeks and seen most of Capitol Hill. I've written a ton and can't wait to do more.
I'm going to NYC this weekend and visiting Beth. I also plan to shop like no tomorrow, and get some new Hills-inspired sunglasses.
Here's to the good times ahead and no more falling in the subway.
P.S.
I miss everyone at home. You'll see me passing out at parties soon enough.
It's my third week here in good old DC, and let me tell you, the first few weeks weren't easy. I was initially shocked by how rude people are here, but I've gotten over that. Last week, I fell in the subway while taking a massive amount of groceries home, and no one offered to help. And as far as the men here go, they are just average. Not bad, but not too good. I need more time to do an indepth study. Yes, that was meant to be dirty.
Now, on to the important part. The job.
I love working here. It's everything I could want and hope for in my professional life. I've learned a ton in the first three weeks and seen most of Capitol Hill. I've written a ton and can't wait to do more.
I'm going to NYC this weekend and visiting Beth. I also plan to shop like no tomorrow, and get some new Hills-inspired sunglasses.
Here's to the good times ahead and no more falling in the subway.
P.S.
I miss everyone at home. You'll see me passing out at parties soon enough.
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