john stewart et al.

got john stewart tix this morning...yay :) it's quite convenient that while others stood IN line (note my use of the correct IN LINE) for upwards of four hours to get tickets, the addition of the second show allowed lazy bums/not real fans like me to get tickets from the comfort and ease of their keyboards with credit card in hand....(and a week later at that!)....mwahahaha!

i do feel a little guilty too though.

i sort of feel like that about a lot of things- that other people put in lots of work, and i squeak by the easy way with the same endpoint... which, i suppose, makes me feel like a bad person. my professor wrote that i am "an exceptionally good writer" on my grant proposal for his graduate class on poverty, public policy and the lifecourse, referring to a part of the proposal which i think i had spent an exceptionally SHORT time writing...while there definitely problems with the proposal, i find it ironic that the things that i seem to exert the LEAST effort on, often turn out the most fortuitous.

i'm afraid i'm counting on the same attitude of things sort of falling in my lap in my (not entirely existent) job search, and i don't think it EVER works that way with jobs. boo. maybe i should stop spending time on creating the perfect blog.

regrets.
i definitely regret not continuing to work for the Sun. now realizing that maybe i do have some talent at writing, combined with the fact that i really enjoyed writing for the sun, makes me think that maybe i only quit because it was one of the few things that actually DID motivate me, and maybe that scared me. oh well.

anyway.....chai notes has sort of been taking over my life lately, we had a skit-writing meeting last night at my apt and are singing at the kdh tonight (yay. can't you sense my excitement). Also had a meeting today to work on planning the study abroad photo exhibit coming up after spring break.

yumm, now i'm eating peanut butter-filled pretzel nuggets. yumm. better stop so i can fill up on crap at the kdh.

i'm supposed to see "Death and the Maiden," a play by Ariel Dorfman, who's beautiful mind i am in awe of, at risley.

NOTE TO READER: i apologize for any similarities this post may have had with a certain shoe-throwing AP's online diary, which often dwells on said person's talents and extraordinary abilities. this was entirely by accident, and i hope the point came across sufficiently that i don't think these talents have been particularly useful for or utilized by me thus far.