Friday, January 27, 2012

Rivers and roads

Today was a good day.  I ran my first Society for Professional Journalists meeting as President.  I made inroads in starting my own publication (more on that later).  I interviewed a U.S. senator.  I miss your face like hell, but that's alright; that I can deal with.

Tuesday, January 10, 2012

I do what I like

Tomorrow I'm starting my second to last semester tomorrow.  What, What?

Monday, January 2, 2012

Today, I wanted to post something on Postarita because I miss it.  I am Postarita, because I am nothing if I am not words that mean nothing.  But, I've started this other thing, and I'm not going to just abandon it.  So let's drop the pretenses of what this blog is supposed to be about, and let's write it out old-school Postarita style.  Actually, no let's do this up RedBrick style.

Cool Things in 2011

Getting paid to write, and interviewing interesting people that I never would have encountered otherwise.  Getting to see Bryant and Kelli, and realizing that months and experiences unshared don't matter with people like this.  Almost falling. Doing things that I had no reason to believe I'd ever be doing, like getting drunk in the French Quarter, or going to a strip club, or writing a radio commercial (that actually aired on the radio!), or eating raw oysters, or being asked to be in someone's wedding, or going to journalism conferences and luncheons, or throwing up at an International House of Pancakes; you know the things that I'll remember.  Seeing Britney Spears for the second time, and Reba for the seventh.  Becoming friends with people who are so awesome, that I would have never picked them out myself.  Feeling superior.  Driving around with my sister, and remembering, and crying because of the things that I remembered.  Entering a writing contest with Kelli.  Watching Son Tran throw up in front of a crowd of fellow Asians on Bourbon Street, while they looked on in disgust. 

Uncool Things in 2011

2011 was the last time I ever saw my Grandma, the last time I ever held her hand, kissed her on the forehead, or made her laugh.  Being too busy to read, too busy to watch T.V., too busy to hang out, too busy to play XBOX, too busy to talk on the phone, too busy to do anything very well.  Not falling hard enough, and not being the kind of person whose worth falling for.  Having to suffer through reading "The Sun Also Rises", and yet still flunking my American Literature final last semester.  Feeling inferior.