The Bonfire of the Cranberries

Currently sitting in the WYPR office hoping against hope that Little, Brown Publishing gets back to me about booking an interview with Tom Wolfe. I don't think they'll get back to me and even if they do it's highly unlikely that one of the greatest American writers of all time will deign me worthy of an interview, but, a boy can dream.

Besides my radio shenanigans I'm up to my knees in shitty part time job work and end of the semester bullshit. I cannot wait for 2013 when I'll have a real job and can actually do things that I want to do.

Saw Sam and his boyfriend at Wegmans. Don't really have anything to say about it. They looked happy. I of course hid in the produce section because what would I even say at this point? Sam is happy, Matt's in Philadelphia, Evan is a pirate (seriously he works as a pirate in the Pirates of the Caribbean ride at Disney World) and I'm...what exactly?

tedium - boredom - weariness - bore - dullness

Well I've done it again. Regardless of how often history has proven me wrong I've once again waited until the last minute to finish some work. I have a group presentation tomorrow and I have to have my script and notes in for Monday's show. The radio show takes precedent obviously. I'm pretty much done my script and I'd say I'm 2/3's of the way through my notes. These are both very good things. And thank God T'Keyah called me and told me that she hasn't even started her part of the presentation yet. I admitted that I too wasn't as far along as perhaps she had thought. We're meeting before class tomorrow to combine everything. This means, however, that I will be up all night working. Which is fine! Totally fine! This week is a complete cluster fuck though. I have those 2 things plus school plus the radio station plus my job. I'm busy up until noon Saturday. Then I'm free!

I can't wait for Saturday actually, now that you've brought it up. I'm driving up to Philly to see Matthew and go to the Kreayshawn show...don't judge. Rye Rye is opening and it'll be a super happy kawaii fun night. Besides any excuse to see Matthew is a good thing. I don't write about him too often, probably because he's the only person I've ever been romantic with and not pushed away. He doesn't even like Kreayshawn (honestly I can't blame him) and he's going with me; I'm assuming that speaks volumes.

School is winding down blah. Internship is winding down blah. Creeping on your facebook page is killing me blah. You know, the usual. I can't help but wonder though. Perhaps my current feelings of ennui have to do with my impending graduation. For once I have no fucking idea what I'm doing next. I can only assume that my apathetic attitude has something to do with my the inevitable liminal phase that I'll be entering. I hate transitional phases. I really fucking hate them. It all stems from my deep rooted fear regarding change and not being in control.

To you, I hope you're happy.

To me, I hope you're happy too.

A Face for Radio

Well everyone, today's the day. The first show I've ever produced/written will go live at 1PM on WYPR, 88.1FM. Listen in if you want, the podcast of it will be on the website later this week so you can hear it there as well. I'm more than a little nervous, I really just want to fast forward to 2PM and get it over with. Dan Rodricks (the host) texted me last night about some script revisions which of course sent me into a panic, but, I was able to pull it together and I think it's going to be a really fun hour. Of course everyone I know knows about it and I just ran into my department head who said that she can't wait to hear it either. It may seem like I'm making a bid deal out of this, and if I am, it's because it's a big deal to me. Something that I wrote and conceptualized is going to be read/performed/whatever live on the air today and I feel like there is electricity running through my body right now. To think that my producers do this every day is terrifying. I guess it becomes second nature after a while but, as they say, you always remember your first time. Wish me luck internet.