Each year Wilkes-Barre holds the Fine Arts Fiesta, which is an awesome gathering of local (and some national) people from the arts realm (I'm talking painting, dancing, sculpting, everything).
Of course, the Times Leader puts out a special section about it.

Well this year since I'm the newbie I've been assigned the honor *coughcough* of acquiring allllllll the lists and data provided the the FAF committee to put into the system and format.

I've been doing it ALL. DAY. I'm sitting here bulleting huge lists. I actually just caught myself holding my breath while I was methodically bulleting one.

No wonder I have such a god damn headache.

Well, where do I start?

I went full-time since we last spoke on here! It's been a whirlwind, let me tell you.

I'm trying to get used to working on things a week in advance and I'm also settling into my slight role as a news reporter.

That's right, on Sundays I'm the day reporter, which means I get to do more newsy things.

Which isn't too bad. I can't lie, I'm not in love with it. For one, it makes me nervous. I've never been trained in news reporting, really. I'm more of a features girl, not really one for the hard stuff.

I love hearing people's stories, but not when it's one of tragedy. For example, last week I had to look into a young girl's death. It was not pleasant and it bothered me most of the day.

I know I can't let things like that get to me, but I just can't help it.

Today, though, is awesome because I'm going to a Habitat for Humanity house dedication and the woman the house is for is a single mom that was paralyzed in a car accident three years ago. She actually worked on this house, as well as ANOTHER Habitat house, and she just seems so pleasant and positive and I really cannot wait to meet her later when I go for the dedication.

THAT is something I don't mind writing about. I was almost in tears when talking to her on the phone.

Maybe I get a little too into some of the stories, but I don't care. I'm a human being with feelings that generally, and genuinely, loves people. I hope that comes out in my writing.

Aaaand I'm back, bitches.

I found that on Tumblr I was just reblogging, reblogging, nothing original of my own, which I don't want to do for my blog. So here I am again! Back at it, Blogger.

Sorry I left you for so long.

Alright.

Unlike the aforementioned boyfriend, I'm going to own up to my cheating ways.

I like tumblr. A lot. It's more interactive, animated, yadda yadda. So, go here:

NEW!

It's fun times, I promise.

I'll miss you blogger. Unless I somehow start to dislike tumblr and move back here!

This is awesome.

Dear Black-Eyed Peas,

What in god's name is a "dirty bit"?

Not that I don't enjoy it, I just want to know what I'm shaking my ass to as I do the dishes most days.

I've been listening to Cee Lo Green's "Fuck You" on repeat for the past hour.

No, I don't know the words yet because I literally just spit the "fuck you" part out of my mouth every time it rolls by. I pay attention to nothing else.

Link is neutered, and it is not helping the fact that he barks at EVERYTHING. EVERYTHING.

He's 9 months old. Will he grow out of this? Someone please tell me he will. People look at him like he's mean, and he's NOT. His tail is wagging when he barks; he just wants attention.

Poor pupperface.