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Journalism=No Fun I've stopped bothering bribing Stephanie to get off the computer. I've always given her bribes to move her butt before, but of course, I never actually gave her the money. I never even showed it to her. But there comes a time in every big sister's life, where one must say, "to heck with it." That's right. That's when my nice muscles come into play and I just pull her away. And I get to keep my hypothetical money. It's all good. Anywho... today was, well, school. Lots of it. Entirely too much of it, if you ask me. Especially after a nice holiday such as that one we had yesterday. Whatever it was. ChildBirth Day or somethin'. Anyway, I'm tired. Sorta. I'm tired of Journalism. We all are. But oh well. I've just gotta pump out my stories, and I can do that. It's not like I'm terrified to talk to random people or anything. *wince* But oh well. My second story is at least two days overdue, and it's still not done, and y'know what? My third story's due Friday! Isn't that NEAT!? WOOPIE! Mmmm... taste the sarcasm, folks. Maybe if she would actually teach us something useful I'd feel safer about this. I don't give a crap about stupid Feature Stories and what different types there are. I want to know how to WRITE THEM. Sigh. This isn't as fun as I thought it'd be. <-Ghost-> |
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