Well, I guess this title is a little misleading.
Anyhow, Thanksgiving is on its way which means this semester is coming to a close relatively soon and the stress is building relatively quickly.
So here's the scoop. I have decided to do a story on the curb cuts in Port Huron for my JRN 403 class. Its a great story, but its in Port Huron meaning to get any footage and/or interviews I have to go to Port Huron which is 30 minutes from my house and 2.5 hours from MSU.
So today I will be heading out there for another interview, downside?
It will be 5 and probably dark
It's 2.5 hours away
I have to drive 2.5 hours back, meaning I will be driving 5 hours for a 30 minute interview. No one can say I'm not dedicated to this field.
So to add insult to injury, I also have another story due the day we come back from Thanksgiving...
Journalism!
Yeah!
Driving!
Yeah!
All I have to say is that their better be some good music on the radio today.
Monday, November 22, 2010
Monday, November 8, 2010
Blood..
I don't like blood.
I can handle my own if its flowing in a somewhat normal fashion, but if it gushes... you've lost me. And forget about other people's blood, I either get dizzy, throw up or both.
So apparently I can't handle even the imagery of blood or guts.
Yesterday, Jim, Ashley and I were walking back from lot 75 and we started to talk about curb stomping. Not a big deal right, I didn't think so either... until Jim mentioned that curb stomping is a pretty humane way to kill someone because if done correctly, the person's teeth will shoot into their brain and kill them. Yep. That's all it took. I as gone. I got hot and light-headed and then the puking started. Seriously, I wish I was joking.
I wish.
Not only did I get sick and light-headed and dizzy, Jim went to get his car and they took me home where I continued to throw up.
Walking up the stairs was fun.
So while I was laying in my bed, puking whatever was left in my stomach, there was NOTHING left in my stomach, (sorry this is so graphic!) Jim was playing around on my computer and making me laugh.
Flash forward to 4 a.m.
I woke up tucked into bed with the light off and the door locked.
My mind was BLOWN.
How did Jim lock my door? When did he leave? What happened?
Well I found the key under the door and then went back to bed... I woke up this morning and went on with my day only to find little notes left all over my desk... they were varied, from things about my floor to where my key was.
What a great night!
NOTE: Sarcasm
Who knew imagery could make me vomit?!
Oh yay!
I can handle my own if its flowing in a somewhat normal fashion, but if it gushes... you've lost me. And forget about other people's blood, I either get dizzy, throw up or both.
So apparently I can't handle even the imagery of blood or guts.
Yesterday, Jim, Ashley and I were walking back from lot 75 and we started to talk about curb stomping. Not a big deal right, I didn't think so either... until Jim mentioned that curb stomping is a pretty humane way to kill someone because if done correctly, the person's teeth will shoot into their brain and kill them. Yep. That's all it took. I as gone. I got hot and light-headed and then the puking started. Seriously, I wish I was joking.
I wish.
Not only did I get sick and light-headed and dizzy, Jim went to get his car and they took me home where I continued to throw up.
Walking up the stairs was fun.
So while I was laying in my bed, puking whatever was left in my stomach, there was NOTHING left in my stomach, (sorry this is so graphic!) Jim was playing around on my computer and making me laugh.
Flash forward to 4 a.m.
I woke up tucked into bed with the light off and the door locked.
My mind was BLOWN.
How did Jim lock my door? When did he leave? What happened?
Well I found the key under the door and then went back to bed... I woke up this morning and went on with my day only to find little notes left all over my desk... they were varied, from things about my floor to where my key was.
What a great night!
NOTE: Sarcasm
Who knew imagery could make me vomit?!
Oh yay!
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
Communication.... Arts.... Sciences....
So, I am currently sitting in the control room in the DMAT Lab watching TISM students light the set of Focal Point.
This would be the 11th hour I have spent in this building today and the 2nd day in a row I have wasted away within these walls.
I need to start paying rent... seriously.
I feel like the real world doesn't exist, just the journalism world. The world of VO/SOTs, Packages, Readers, Teleprompters, Padding, Key Frames, patching, AVID and headaches.
I have gotten 4 hours of sleep and barely any food, besides AMAZING sushi.
This is journalism....
Oh man.
Maybe, I'll just drop out and become a housewife, any takers?
Darn. So it looks like more sleepless nights, more crappy food and more headaches.
I think the real world may cause my eyes to burn from the excessive light.
This would be the 11th hour I have spent in this building today and the 2nd day in a row I have wasted away within these walls.
I need to start paying rent... seriously.
I feel like the real world doesn't exist, just the journalism world. The world of VO/SOTs, Packages, Readers, Teleprompters, Padding, Key Frames, patching, AVID and headaches.
I have gotten 4 hours of sleep and barely any food, besides AMAZING sushi.
This is journalism....
Oh man.
Maybe, I'll just drop out and become a housewife, any takers?
Darn. So it looks like more sleepless nights, more crappy food and more headaches.
I think the real world may cause my eyes to burn from the excessive light.
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