I don't like college. Not at all. Actually, it's me I don't like so much.
So, I have to write a profile on someone that works at my school for my journalism class. The woman is extremely interesting and has fascinating stuff going on. I can write an incredible article on her, but my social anxiety totally screwed me. I rushed on my interview that I only had one opportunity to do and lost a really great story. Now I only have a half-assed story and I'm fucking pissed. It would be one thing if she didn't have anything interesting to say or do, it's another thing if I know I could make a brilliant article about her and I totally dropped the fucking ball because I'm such a fucking neurotic mess.
God I have a shitload of work to do, and where am I? Bullshitting on the internet.
/end rant
Update: I finished my article. It's not half bad.
So, I have to write a profile on someone that works at my school for my journalism class. The woman is extremely interesting and has fascinating stuff going on. I can write an incredible article on her, but my social anxiety totally screwed me. I rushed on my interview that I only had one opportunity to do and lost a really great story. Now I only have a half-assed story and I'm fucking pissed. It would be one thing if she didn't have anything interesting to say or do, it's another thing if I know I could make a brilliant article about her and I totally dropped the fucking ball because I'm such a fucking neurotic mess.
God I have a shitload of work to do, and where am I? Bullshitting on the internet.
/end rant
Update: I finished my article. It's not half bad.
just remember . .you rock!
i know because i know.
see ya'