i'm overwhelmed by my own lack of intelligence right now. the only thing within my capacity to do at this moment is blog. so blog i will.

for the past month or so i've been slaving away on a feature story for my broadcast news writing class. it's the final project and the culmination of the class. our objective is to have our stories air on the campus radio station...big whoop, eh? regardless, my rough draft of the story is due tomorrow, so i was down in the lab today to mix that bad boy up. i had the story finished and i asked my professor to help me with a fade and she told me, "this doesn't sound like you. this sounds like a chipmunk. you've got the pitch wrong." that's right, ladies and gents, messed up the entire freaking thing. that's okay. i'm over it.

i've had my eyes on the prize all week. you know what i'm talkin about. that jennie-o. that gold'n plump. that fine piece of turkey. i'm not sure i've ever been so excited to go home. there is food at the end of the tunnel... and that's good. i've had about all the rice and pasta i can handle for a while. at least for a weekend.