Well last night was a crappy night. I kind of wish I had never talked on the phone...but I guess it had to happen....or something like that. I guess we'll see what happens from here. I think, though, it was about time my reactions were heard. I dunno. Sorry, you all have absolutely no idea what I'm talking about. That's ok.
In other news, my supervisor did come in and I got all of my important papers...plus a vague recommendation letter...which is understandable, since I did basically tell my supervisor that journalism wasn't for me. So what was she supposed to recommend? Yeah, my thoughts exactly. But today was quite possibly the BORINGEST day yet. I did four pages of my eight page paper that's due tomorrow. So that was good, I suppose. Pretty much I did everything I could without having all of my pertinant information in front of me. And then after that I just sat around. And thought about stuff. I really could've left, but I have to wait for them to cut my check for this week, otherwise I would never get it. And now, I'm going to go sit on the couch in our little break room and let my mind wander. And drink a beer.

New favorite Pink Floyd song: "Goodbye Blue Sky" I love it. "Us and Them" took a step down in my book.

well that sucked.

So....tomorrow is my last day at Westword. I'm a little worried because I'm supposed to get an evaluation from my supervisor before I leave, but she was sick today. Plus, I want to get a letter of recommendation. Needless to say, I may be stopping in again on Friday. Today I actually did some work and spent the day writing. Of course, I went in late at noon...so it really wasn't a full day. Because of a phone call from Meredith, I didn't get done what I had hoped to last night, so I emailed my boss and was like...I'm working at home this morning, I'll be in by noon. And so I did. It was great.
I'm pretty sure the story that I did won't ever make it into the paper, but it was a good last push to do something big. I'm glad I did it. Now tomorrow I literally won't have anything to do, so I'm planning on working on my 8 page paper that's due on Friday. Good use of my time, I know. Plus, I'm going to stop by the liquor store on the way to work and buy some beer for the editorial staff beer fridge. I swear, Westword has more beer fridges scattered throughout the office than anyother place I've seen. And people wonder why the great writers are all alcoholics. Normally I don't partake in the drinking because it makes my mind wander and I can't concentrate on my "work." But tomorrow shouldn't be a problem. Plus, I wanted to thank the other writers for being nice to me. Anyway, I think I may go to bed here in a second...since SOMEONE never called me. hmmm.

yeah....I was going to get a whole lot done tonight..but it didn't happen because of a stupid dinner. Now I'm going to have to do it tomorrow morning before I go into work...at noon...but I still have to get up early. It stinks. Then I plan on writing this whole thing when I get to work...plus I have a meeting tomorrow as well. Hopefully I'll leave there at a decent hour. Dangit. And today, as I was bored, I started working again on my book and I've finally gotten past my writer's block and started cruising again....but now I'm at a possible sex scene, or at least a "steamy" part -- As my advisor always says, every good story needs some sex -- and I'm really uncomfortable writing that kind of stuff while at work. I just can't get into "the mood" and so the scene that I wrote today really sucked, and I ended up erasing it all. So now I really can't continue until I'm back at Wartburg....or even at home...which is a bummer, but I probably really shouldn't be working on it anyway. Oh well....time for bed!

Last night I was lying awake thinking about life, when my mind drifted back to high school and for some reason I remembered Operation BSK. I think only two or three people that read this would remember Operation BSK, so I'll explain it for ya. So Junior year in high school, I was in this weird class that was 2 hours long and was a combination of an English and History course...and we had two teachers. One of the teachers, the English one, was Mr. Schmitt (I think that was his name, at least) and for some odd reason his wardrobe consisted solely of various blue shirts and khakis. He literally wore a blue shirt and khakis everday. After a few weeks, several of us picked up on it and plotted a somewhat elaborate plan to make fun of him. I think we did this while we were supposed to be learning, but the class had so many fun people in it....who could blame us? So me, Jess, Chad Every....um Erin O'Brien maybe....umm....who else was a part of it? I swear there were at least five or six of us because we all sat in the same group. Anyway, we all planned out a day to wear a blue shirt and khakis, and we called it Operation Blue Shirt Khakis (BSK). We had that class late in the day and I remember running into Mr. Schmitt in the hall like 2nd period and we were wearing identical outfits and he complimented me on looking good. I just laughed. And then we all got to class wearing exactly what he was wearing and he was embarressed. It was awesome. And after that he started wearing some other, non-BSK clothes. Success!
Yessssir....that was a good class.
I'm not sure why I felt compelled to post that....maybe because it's only a quarter to 1 and I'm done with everything I had to do today. At around 4 I'm going to head downtown to get some stuff for the trip home...and put some much needed money in my account....I'm carrying around $200 worth of checks in my wallet just because I can never get downtown to the bank before it closes. It's such a hassle. Ok, I should find something to do. Hope everyone is having a great day!

Today I experienced quite possibly the strangest editorial staff meeting thus far at Westword....and fittingly too, as it was my last one. Not a whole lot happened for the first half, but then one of the writers was explaining his progress on a "sex slave" story that was evolving in the Denver area and that jumped to how the Rocky Mountain News is posting some really, really questionable "adult" ads on their website. Of course, Westword has pages upon pages of escort service and massage parlor ads in the back of our paper, though none of them are for prostitution because that's obviously illegal. But then the conversation jumped to the girls in our ads and just what $50 would buy. So then the editor-in-chief called in the head of the advertising for Westword and we questioned her. She didn't know what 50 bucks would buy, but she did say that she just got done talking to a possible pimp who bought ad spaces for 6 girls that he was "representing." The advertising lady also said that there is a list of words and phrases that those ads cannot use and Westword has a list of "replacement" words. So now that list is going to get sent out to the editorial staff and may actually get published since, ironically, we can publish the list of words that can't be used.....because we can publish anything. Muahahahahaha!
In other news, I only have 4 more days out here in Denver. Tonight I packed a massive box of clothes and misc. stuff. It's going to cost a lot to ship that box. Thankfully the other box I'm packing will mostly be filled by my quilt and pillows and whatnot....as long as it all fits. Yikes! But it should. It kind of sucks, though, because even though I don't really have any more time here, I still have to write an 8 page paper before Friday. Yes, I have been procrastinating....but tonight I did an interview a long ways away from the apartments and then packed when I got home. Tomorrow I plan on typing the paper, plus transcribing a taped interview that I did over the weekend....then Wednesday I'm going to type the story at work....and possibly stay late. Then Thursday hopefully the story will get edited and everything will get figured out....or they'll say it's crap. Either way, I just don't want to be hassling with long-distance editing. And then Friday I do some last little preparations before leaving that evening....and then ride all night long and get into sweet, sweet Iowa. And that's that.

Man, we got a lot of snow today! It seriously was the biggest snow I've seen in a long time. I got up at 7 this morning to get a glass of water and was bummed to see that it hadn't snowed like the forecasters said it would, but then when I got up for real at 11 there was literally 6 inches of snow on the ground. I'd say we got a little under a foot and a half today. Amazing.
Yesterday was my roommate's, Kurt, 21st birthday. It was like 60 degrees and sunny out so we all went to the park and then later went to Hooters to watch the NCAA hockey championship game. It was my first Hooters experience, and it was pretty fun. After that we all came back to the apartments to drink some more and then everybody went out again...but not me. Since I already spent 30 bucks that day from going out and whatnot, I figured I didn't need to do anything more......plus, I had a pretty decent buzz going. So it was a good time to stop. It's probably because all I had for supper was about 7 hooters hot wings. Not the best meal to be drinking on. Oh well.
Today was pretty boring....just watched golf (which normally I hate, but really.....the final round of the masters? ya gotta watch that!) And then I started packing and doing some general cleaning of the apartment. I still have to write an 8 page paper for a class out here, but I'm procrastinating big time....I figure it's not due until Friday, so I have plenty of time. That's also why I've started packing so early. I want to get ready early to get back to Wartburg. I'm pumped.
Speaking of which, I hear that I have a new reader. It's always nice to have some different people who frequent my site....no matter who they may be....anyway, I just wanted to invite you to come back as much as you like.
And that's all I have. Peace out.