January 2012
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“Then I was drunk for many years, and then I died.”
– F. Scott Fitzgerald
December 2011
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Company Name Withheld
I’d like to tell you about my first job interview- for a REAL ADULT JOB!
I was nervous because the company’s name was withheld on the post, and the interview was with a small recruiting agency, so there wasn’t a whole lot I could do to prepare.
The woman called me Thursday, asking me to come in the next day if possible. She wanted me to meet the actual boss who planned on...
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Entry-Level Anxiety
Today I met an interesting girl.
She graduated from KSU, just like me.
She has a degree in communication, just like me.
She completed several internships, just like me.
She networked with people all over, even at CNN. (Not so much like me… but I’m working on it.)
The kicker: After a year of endless job searching, she now works at Starbucks in my boring home town.
STARBUCKS.
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Dream Log
I had a dream I was allergic to rayon, and all my clothes were made out of it. I thought to myself, “This explains all my rashes.”
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Dream Log
I had a dream I went to a bar. I ordered a drink, and someone next to me spilled it. I made him buy me another one, despite his complaint. Next, I saw my media advisor with his son. We hugged and chitchatted before I saw another one of my friends in the crowd. I got her a drink, and when I ordered, the bar tender gave me an extra shot. The shot looked like a lime lifesaver filled with alcohol,...
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Dream Log
I had a dream I was in New York City, but it looked very suburban. The subway stations were huge with blinking broadway lights, and each was catered specially for the surrounding area. I went to a salon with all these girls I didn’t know. (Now that I’m thinking about it, one was definitely a girl that Chelsea works with at the Loft.) Anyway, we were all on a weird trip together, not as...
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Eat, drink, sleep, repeat.
I wasn’t even up for 12 hours yesterday… embarrassing.
I really have nothing to blog about.
Anonymous asked: I'm sure you've been asked plenty of times, but I was wondering where you got your hedgehog sweater from, it's adorable!
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An Ode to Holiday Pie
Oh my darling Holiday Pie
Your warm, tasty crust brings a tear to my eye
I bite into you and experience true bliss
When I throw away the box, it is your taste that I miss
Although my stomach aches during digestion
Regrets are simply out of the question
You’re small and delicious, I have to proclaim
That my future food baby will bear your sweet name!
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Tomorrow is the big day!
Paul gave me a sweet graduation dinosaur. I also decorated my hat appropriately so my family can easily find me in the sea of black caps. Earlier today I found the May 2007 issue of The Hawk Print, which was my high school newspaper. Each senior staff member wrote about their final reflections as a high school senior. This was mine:
I can’t wait until that final bell when I realize...
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Tomorrow is my final final. (I have a test Friday, but it’s a joke.)
I finished my final paper.
Tuesday I graduate.
BUT THE BEST NEWS IS: My desk is back in my room! It is so comforting to be able to unpack finally.
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“The trick is knowing how to be alone and then knowing how to share your life...”
– Erin Foster
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Dear Diary,
I have become this lame, emotional person. And by person, I mean drunk person. Big Debs is a Big Mess. Emotions and thoughts amplified. I am blaming it on stress from graduating and Eric’s death. I just feel sick. Maybe I need to see a therapist, but I don’t want to tell some stranger my whole story just to feel better later.
Eric would know what to do. I’ve been thinking about...
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