Magazine writing is too serious at my school. I know, I'm off on that class again, but, feckin' hell, it just bothers me like few things do ... or like most things do ... but this sticks like ... like ... like ... it just sticks, okay? I don't want to write stories about racial tension at the university or depression or how the salmon are dying or any of the other "award winning" pieces of heaviness that generate talk among academics, but no one else really reads them. Honestly, who reads them? Honestly.
I'm starting to doubt my calling. Maybe it's time to switch to newspaper journalism and doing time on the Emerald writing complaints about the liberals.
Holy #*$%! I'm missing Chappelle! "I'm Rick James, bitch."
Monday, February 12, 2007
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