In Atlanta, watching Saturday Night Live with dad and the brother (Kit already went to sleep).
Last night, the lame Atlanta CBS station decided to air the FSU/Wisconsin game instead of playing Buckeyes (like a responsible news station would have done). So I made Eric go to B-Dubs with me to watch it. I told him it was mandatory to wear the Ohio State hoodie he got from grandma for Christmas. There was a guy in a Siena shirt there who was cheering at all the wrong moments, especially right at the end. I think he must have been confused.
Regardless though, there were all the ACC and SEC team flags hanging on the side wall. Off, on its own, on the TV wall, dead center, was an Ohio State flag. In Atlanta. I guess part of the reason why I love my school is that that wasn't particularly surprising: we're everywhere. I've gone to a lot of bars and restaurants in a lot of cities and seen our symbol, and it makes me feel like I'm a part of something amazing--something even people in Atlanta want to celebrate years later. I don't know, it's just a really cool part of being a student at the largest school in the nation.
In other news: Steve Martin is an awful SNL host.
March 21, 2009
March 19, 2009
I apologize to those of you that actually read this; once again, it's been far too long.
I'm home for Spring Break, and I leave for Atlanta to see dad and the younger sibs tomorrow. I'm exited, I feel like I don't see them enough. The drive is a little daunting (dad really does this twice a month?!) but aside from that I'm looking forward to it.
The job hunt. I have gotten rejected from all the book agents I contacted, as well as very nearly all the jobs for which I have applied. I feel like I'm just grasping at air. No one is hiring--what am I supposed to do? I'm just so frustrated. What does it even mean for me to have worked as hard as I did? I'm leaving college with a degree in English and Communication. I should have majored in something else. Or...I don't know. I don't know.
On another note, St. Patrick's Day was fabulous. I went out with some DDD Alumnae...we started at 4 and finished at 1am. I love holidays! I ran into a ton of people I knew, too, which is always a good time.
Also--Obama on Leno. I love my president.
I'm home for Spring Break, and I leave for Atlanta to see dad and the younger sibs tomorrow. I'm exited, I feel like I don't see them enough. The drive is a little daunting (dad really does this twice a month?!) but aside from that I'm looking forward to it.
The job hunt. I have gotten rejected from all the book agents I contacted, as well as very nearly all the jobs for which I have applied. I feel like I'm just grasping at air. No one is hiring--what am I supposed to do? I'm just so frustrated. What does it even mean for me to have worked as hard as I did? I'm leaving college with a degree in English and Communication. I should have majored in something else. Or...I don't know. I don't know.
On another note, St. Patrick's Day was fabulous. I went out with some DDD Alumnae...we started at 4 and finished at 1am. I love holidays! I ran into a ton of people I knew, too, which is always a good time.
Also--Obama on Leno. I love my president.
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