settin' up shop on B-front

I'm in the paper again!

http://seattletimes.nwsource.com/html/localnews/2010103266_peru21m.html

I wonder if I'll ever get over seeing "Molly R------, Seattle Times staff reporter" in print.

Probably not.

PS, the people commenting on this one are even bigger douches than the people who commented on my last story. What IS it with them?! Do they just sit around waiting for a chance to be argumentative and hateful? Ugh.

Love always,
molly

EXTRA, EXTRA!

So it's already my Facebook status, but in case you didn't hear...

MY FIRST ARTICLE WAS IN THE SEATTLE TIMES TODAY!!!!!!!!!

B-front. Below the fold, but still. B FRONT. That's a front! People see that! And it's already stirring up some lively comments - 40, last I checked - online. Most of them are stupid people ragging on Huskies (?!?) but still. THEY'RE READING IT.

http://seattletimes.nwsource.com/html/localnews/2010081491_pubcrawl17m.html
It's about these 10 guys who decided to beat the Guinness World Record for most bars visited in 24 hours. They hit 101 in 15 hours. Don't worry; they didn't get shitfaced. Not til the end, at least. Just 1 member of the team had to consume a drink at each establishment, so it was about 10 drinks per person over 15 hours. Not too bad.

Guys, this has been my year. Port Townsend, Seattle Times, and now I've got this guardian-type professor who's on the lookout for good opportunities for me, which is awesome. My next goal? A Reuters internship, somewhere in Latin America next summer. Deadline for application is Dec. 1, so hopefully I'll get some good clips before then. But think - if I get that, I mean...that's what I want to DO with my life! If I get that, I could be hired on as an actual employee afterward - I would have a job! I'd be SET!

My future may be falling into place. I'm good at this, goshdarnit. And I'm so freaking excited about it - I apologize for my overexuberant bragging. I've gone a little over the top; I mean, when I bought my paper in Starbucks today, I opened it up and told the barista that it was my story. (He was psyched for me.) But it might continue for a few days; I have another story coming out on Monday, and another on Tuesday.

Watch out, world!

Love always,
molly

seeeriously

IT'S JUST FOOTBALL!


honestly. what's so fun about it that EVERYONE in the entire WORLD is at the game right now?

homework on a Saturday night? Yes, I am that pathetic. Awesome.


Love always,
molly

yeah, uh-huh

First off, the sermon last night was about God's promise to Abraham and Sarah, and all I could think of was "Yes, Sarah, you did laugh." SARAH PARSONS I MISS YOU.

Second, I decided this morning that there is no reason to feel guilty for not having anything to do at work because - get this - they're not paying me. Hunh. Interesting. Yeah. Really, they're just missing out on slave labor by not assigning me enough to do.

Not that I have like, nothing to do. I wrote a story last week - a damn good story, if you ask me, only now I don't know if it's going to run. It was possibly going to run today, my editor said; right now, I'm assuming he didn't have a chance to edit it last night, so maybe it'll make it in for tomorrow. Kind of disappointing.

And now I'm working on another one, but stupid people are not calling me back. Honestly, that probably makes up the majority of my time as a reporter - waiting around for busy sources to decide they ought to get back to me. Lame.

Still, it gives me a chance to stay up-to-date on fun Web sites like mylifeisaverage.com and overheardinthenewsroom.com, the latter being very fun for its familiarity. So that's good, I guess.

Good news: The news researcher who sits next to me is hooked on Glee (as everyone should be). So she's cool.

More good news: As crazy as my schedule is, I think I'm managing. I've gotten at least 6 hours of sleep every night, and I'm caught up on schoolwork. Also, my work at the Times counts for my NewsLab class, which is awesome. Internship = homework. So that simplifies things.

Random update: My back hurts really bad. All the time. Too much stress. I'm going to start a "get Molly a professional massage" fund. Donate now! Or...give me a backrub. That would work.

Um...I'm still doing nothing. And I hate pestering my editor, because I feel like if I do that too much, he's going to hate me, but I reallllly want to know if my story is going to run anytime soon.

balls.

Love always,
molly