Yeah, and that's a problem, because I only eat the green ones. And they are in limited availability. In that, my Dad hates the green ones, and then gives them all to me. Because we are both five. Or maybe I'm just the immature ones, because at least he's willing to consume multiple flavors.
I never said I wasn't a psycho.
This week there is just SO MUCH DUE. And on top of that, I'm reporting for the first time for Newswatch, and I'm pretty sure no one is aware that I have absolutely no clue what I'm doing. And no one wants to be interviewed. Or be able to film said interview if it is acquired. And then there's no guarantee I'll be able to find transportation to said interview and filming location with my hundreds of dollars of filming equipment. Which I probably won't be able to check out anyway, because I'm a journalism major and they don't let us check out anything yet, except like a fancy audio recorder. Which is about all I can handle, so I suppose that policy is wise.
Let me go find some more antacids.
Anyway, SOMETHING will be going on the air Sunday, theoretically. Not that I know how to edit it, or put it together, or anything crucially necessary like that. No.
On top of that nightmare I have two final projects and a final paper to complete this weekend. Then there is everything next week due. Then finals.
But you know what? This is college. I'm lucky to be here. Before I know it I will be passed out on my couch with all these classes complete and with absolutely no work to do. With gumdrops dancing, etc.
So for the time being, I'm going to have to focus on whatever I have control over. I'm going to run down to the boathouse for practice and I am going to be able to think about nothing for two hours. And even though when you're on the erg it's harder to breathe, afterward it's much easier.
Oh, and there are always internet distractions to make me giggle.
Like this.
