Funny story: I sign up for a committee to help out my friend Patrick. It's the Administrative Planning Committee, which sounds boring and has been for about two years now. But this year they're stepping it up a notch or three, meaning that my tiny favor to a friend has become a serious commitment to the future of Centenary. This is what happens when you can't say no to an accolade. I need to learn to stop puffing up my resume and let myself have a life.
The worst part is when I complain about the added responibility and another friend, who doesn't get asked to be on "things like this" says: "that sounds awesome! That's the kind of awesome thing no one ever asks me to do." What channels do I go through to give it up? What do I have to do to stop being a postergirl for things like this and let someone else have a chance? If I sound like I'm complaining: I am. The grass is always greener.
There's one thing I can't complain about and wouldn't dare to. I just bought a new computer (an iBook) and I feel a little like that writer who scrimps and saves to buy a new typewriter, not another used one with a missing "k" or some piece of junk that won't write on the last lines of the page: a shiny new Underwood with a nice, new black ink ribbon. Except that this is a typewriter I can load all my CD's onto and edit my photographs on and pay off for the rest of my young life. It's supposed to be here within the next two weeks and I'm positively beaming. I can work on the newspaper at home! I can turn papers in on time! I can... waste hours playing Scrabble online and ditching work! Wait, not that last one.
Suffice it to say that I've never bought something this big new and I've never bought something this big for myself. I'm pleased to know that there will be a place for my stories to live where the files won't corrupt themselves or implode while I'm asleep.
In other news: I love fall break. I love the new bookstore. I love that people like to feed me (I love you Jared, ChristopherBen, and Tim). I've been getting a spree of emails from long-losts lately that reinforces my idea that I'm actually the center of the universe, so that's nice.
I hope everyone else's weekend is long and full of cat naps and dog walks. I'm going to go eat a tub of icecream and continue to not write my paper, because it's vacation and that's what vacationers do.
Suffice it to say that I've never bought something this big new and I've never bought something this big for myself. I'm pleased to know that there will be a place for my stories to live where the files won't corrupt themselves or implode while I'm asleep.
In other news: I love fall break. I love the new bookstore. I love that people like to feed me (I love you Jared, ChristopherBen, and Tim). I've been getting a spree of emails from long-losts lately that reinforces my idea that I'm actually the center of the universe, so that's nice.
I hope everyone else's weekend is long and full of cat naps and dog walks. I'm going to go eat a tub of icecream and continue to not write my paper, because it's vacation and that's what vacationers do.
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