April 24, 2003 at 11:39:00 PM CDT
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bright eyes - haligh, haligh, a lie, haligh

I already miss my people. I had to yell at my NHI kids today. and it sucked. but they needed it. tough love. but they'll be gone, because I'll be gone. and I needed to realize that.

April 24, 2003 at 4:43:42 PM CDT
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sigur ros - olsen olsen

okay, i'm here at work, which is basically my desk in the newsroom. and I can't help being sad. well, I guess I could. things are going pretty well for me, and even though no one (except angel) likes my new redesign of the site, I kinda like it. it suits me right now. and Ithaca is closer. yee-ha. but it's still upsetting knowing that this is honestly my last year in high school, last in corpus (well, saving grace), last chance to see all of my friends together, but worst yet last issue of hoofbeat. that's got to be the worst of all. because I can't imagine myself anywhere else. I've spent too much time here. I've seen our newsroom go from all apple II's with a crappy printer and a decent paper to a all iMac lab with a occasionally crappy printer and a great paper with a great staff. once we distribute this one, it's over. no mas. and I don't know how to deal with that. I know it's silly and cliche and juvinile, but this paper is mine. and I've put my life into this. and it's almost gone. like, I had somehow thought I would be doing this forever, walk into 127 and say hey to Keach and check for my editing, talk to the editors, laugh with/at Lindy, cry a little under my desk, eat horrible junk food, stay way too late. and that would be life. I know that's naive. and I know life is more than that. and I'll be ready for it. once I get out from uner the desk.