I got in a writing frenzy last night, which is a good thing considering I am a journalism major. Wrote an article, sent it in to a website and added about seven more article ideas to my ideas list.
Journalism? Isn't that a dying industry, you say? Well, only kind of. Yes, newspapers are down. But magazines are actually up. And, well, duh, so is internet reading...a.k.a. new media. The dream is to work for a magazine like National Geographic or the Smithsonian or a women's magazine. But it's not only the writing I love. I'm one of those nerds that likes to move commas around. Something the journalism industry calls copy editing, if you're not familiar. Why might someone enjoy that, do you ask? The truth is, I have NO idea. But I find it highly entertaining and fascinating to read people's papers and articles and correct all their grammar mistakes. Me and the red pen? We get along well.
I moved home last week from living on campus. Thought I should save a little money for my African and European travels coming up this summer (yippee!). Anyway, my room has been a disaster. You'd think because I didn't have school I'd have tons of free time to re-situate myself in my old room. Wrong. Christmas takes a butt load of time, too, turns out. But slowly, oh so slowly, my room is beginning to feel like home again. My boxes are getting emptier and emptier while my room gets fuller and fuller. Though I'm organizational freak, I've also realized how much of a hoarder and sentimental person I am. I don't like to throw things away either because I think I may need them in the future, so I should just keep them now or because they have sentimental meaning to me. It's an issue, really. Hopefully one I'll be able to control in the future.
My husband will love me. And my hoard of stuff.
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