mymichele's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- My radio debut and boys are icky. So, my radio debut was a lot of fun, yes it was. First of all, I was 30 minutes late to the building. I just don't know downtown Dallas. It confuses me every single time, ya know? But that was okay because I wasn't supposed to go on until 8:10, and I got there at 7:30, so it was all good. Now, let me take the time to explain something here. I've been listening to this station, a sports radio station on AM radio, for 3 years. I know everything about the hosts and the shows and what have you, and it's just lots of good stuff. I was in awe at the station, people. It was like I was in a forbidden place or something.. it was the magical place that I always hear about on the radio. So, I went on the air at 8:10 and had a really good time. The dudes I was on with talked about OU and Texas football and I was just like.. yay, good times. Then we talked a little about Guns N Roses, and he said Axl was fat, and I'm like, nuh uh! Then there was a little quiz about hair metal bands, and I didn't get a single one of them right. It was hard! What the hell do I know about the Bulletboys? At the end of our segment, people got to vote on who they thought should stick around for the last segment. Guess who won that? Yep, that would be me. The chick who knew nothing about OU/Texas football. The last segment came and well, I didn't win that one. I think the one person who voted for me was BB, but he's not admitting to it. But the two people I was up against were stiff competition.. one was a dude who is pretty much a station legend, and the other was a chick who talked about her boobs and small penises. I didn't have a chance against those too, apparently. But it was a lot of fun. If I didn't know any better, I would say that I should go be in radio instead of journalism. But that's not what I just spent 4 1/2 years in college for, now is it? My mom listened to the whole entire thing, even during the hour or so I wasn't on. She loved it so much that she called my brother and my dad and bragged about me to everyone who would listen. She couldn't get past the fact that the host said I was "attractive." Actually, I kinda liked that part too, but let's not go there. :) A shout out to the lovely Michelle, who listened to the show. Michelle rocks, and you should all understand that by now. Do you? DO YOU? I then capped the night off as only I can - I got pulled over by the police for running a stop sign. *Sigh* But fortunately it was only a campus policemen and he just gave me a warning. So that was a happy ending. So, in other news, since I don't have enough to do, I'm gonna do Nanowrimo this year. 50,000 words in one month. Yes, I am completely insane. I was so inspired by Quinn/Andrea doing it last year that I am now going to undertake it myself. I've wanted to this for a while, so I'm just gonna put myself in there. I mean, come on! 50,000 words in one month when I should be looking for a job and trying to graduate? How hard can that really be? Anyway, Here's where my story is going to be located. I was originally going to write it about a Guns N Roses cover band, hence the Rocket Queens, but I decided to just make it a regular band. It's an all chick band and it's going to be a really cool story. I know, I'm crazy. But that's okay. Anyway.. I know this entry was neither creative nor well written, but I'm just kind of in a radio reflection mood. I'm also a little pissed that BB isn't even asking me about it, even though he knows it was a big thing for me. But whatever. Boys are icky anyway. ***** What was MyMichele doing a year ago? (I'm just gonna post the whole entry for shits and giggles.) "Bah. BB is still being a bunghole. Is it bad when your boyfriend just suddenly cuts off all kinds of communication with you even when you're not sure why? I think that may be a bad thing. But, the good news is, if he decides to stay mad, there's a space open for an all expenses paid trip to Reno to see Elton John! Who wants to go?! And my birthday is in two days, so whatever is up his ass better get out of there or I'm gonna be pissed that I'll be spending my birthday reading the bible and singing karaoke at my youth group retreat. Not that there's anything wrong with that! So, in my never ending quest for love, praise, and adulation, I whored myself out to another review site. Please go visit Ace Reviews because they gave me a good review. They are, in fact, exactly like Diary Reviews, but that's okay, because I got a 92 there. I got extra points because I'm "addicted to porn." I wish I'd get extra points for that in life in general! I was very disturbed when I looked at my stats this morning and saw a big "3" for how many people visited me yesterday. I would have lost all hope for living were it not for Roadiepig who pointed out that the stats web site was down or some such. I then looked at my Site Meter which told me the real truth: I was not an ugly loser with a big booger hanging out of my nose. At least not online. You will notice that there's been an abundance of links here lately. That's because I finally learned how to put a link in here! Before, there was something I was doing wrong and I couldn't figure it out, so I had to go into my back entries (ehehe, that sounded dirty) and cut and paste links because I'm just a dork like that. But I have figured out the errors of my ways and I can now put links in here.. ALL BY MYSELF! Mommy, wow, I'm a big kid now! If you're wondering, it was because I wasn't putting the http://. Apparently that's an important thing to put in there. Speaking of porn, I'm almost finished writing a story to submit to Literotica, and it should be nifty. It was kinda based on the fact that I'm really hot for this chick in my Creative Writing class. She's like.. hot. Anyway. I am wearing a shirt right now that I don't remember buying. I apparently got it from Old Navy, and probably a long time ago since it's a big snug, but it's a pretty neato shirt. I guess when you start nearing the big 2-2, your mind starts to go. Pretty soon it'll be my knees and my joints. Then what will I do? At least I'm not getting my birthday depression anymore. I remember having it when I was going to turn 8. I was just really depressed about not being 7 anymore. I cried to my mom and dad and yet, there was nothing that could be done. It was very sad. And the last time I had it was when I turned 20. Wow, I really did not want to turn 20. I think that was the worst birthday ever. "Wahhh, I'm not a teenager anymore, I can't read the BabySitters Club anymore!" 11:20 p.m. - October 10, 2002 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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