When the Cheshire emerges...

To put it bluntly I got a small kick in the guts this morning. How interesting that the impression you get from someone or something at the time really does amount to nothing in the end...



Internship went well. Sent an email to them last week; still in contact, but what does it matter? Someone who went to the other SA newsroom was notified of an unadvertised internship for where I went, applied and got the gig.



I'm surprised that I'm not too bitter about it. Thought I'd feel more personally affected. But it's made me realise that we really are in it to win it. It is a competition. And although I've done my fair share to stay strong in the ranks, I feel a bit lost in the big pool. Am I just a small fish in the big pond? Do I not have enough 'bitch'?

It's just one of many things I've been given to think about this past week. So much crap I have to filter through...

Britney's ACTUALLY making the effort and coming to Adelaide. OM-frickin'-G. Yes, there was some slight disbelief (and then squealing) this morning as I found Mum's hand-written note on the kitchen table but it's all over everywhere and everyone so it's not a hoax! How exciting!!! Will be taking many steps to ensure I get tickets...

Hm, I may be proc... NO. I'm not procrastinating because I've rung people for my Digital story, sent plenty of emails/texts and watched quite possibly the funniest ep of My Name Is Earl EVER (where they reveal Darnell's past as Harry Monroe) and it's only just hit midday. So I've already done plenty of shit and I'm going to do more. Woo! On a ROLL!

Peace out.