Guess who's going to be an intern at Fox?

Hint: It's not a trick question.

[contented sigh]

Well I am in a fantastic mood. The only school-related thing I've done all weekend was a group meeting last night that turned into a dinner party and the most fun evening I've had in a long time (me gusta a los espanoles de mi clase-- son muy divertidos). Melissa and I are going to a Christmas tree lighting tonight (with magical snowfall and Mario Lopez!). I have an interview with Fox Broadcasting tomorrow. And on Tuesday I get to go home. Let the happiness fall like man-made snow...

I LOVE grad school grades!

Seriously. No one gives out anything less than a B-. How freaking awesome is that?

And, by the way, I think a few of you (Phillip in particular) would have really enjoyed watching me in my group presentation this evening. My over-enthusiastic, control freak classmate voluntarily constructed our entire presentation and so, let's be honest, it shifted to a pretty low priority for me. Anyway, during the presentation, we came to a slide I was supposed to present that I had NEVER seen before EVER. Truly hadn't read a single word of it--didn't even know it existed. That we were behind schedule was my only saving grace in that moment. "Yes, so...umm...this slide says...some things...and...umm...you can read about it in your handout. And...uh...for the sake of time, let's just, uh, let's just keep going."

If I hadn't just gotten back a slew of good grades and positive feedback, I'd maybe be worried. But right now, I'm feeling a little invincible.

I can keep animals and people alive

Dead Plants (2010)

by Allison Avery

This one goes out to the Vets

In honor of Veterans far and wide, we don't have school on Thursday. As a result, this has been my easiest week by far (except for the paper I have due tomorrow). My Thursdays are typically pretty awful. I go to my internship half the day, then I have two classes that afternoon, the first of which is akin to being a contestant on Survivor. I spend all three of those hours in a cold sweat just waiting for someone to tell me I've been kicked off the island (or that everything I've just said is wrong, which has happened). The second is terrible only because this woman gives us an ungodly amount of work to do (read=I don't sleep a lot on Wednesday nights).

Anyway. It's amazing how much less productive I am when I don't have 439579348 things to do. But I'm enjoying the breathing room.

It's so intense.

Pictures are more entertaining than words, right?