The {Mis}Adventures of Rachel Bourne

July 16, 2009

WHAT DID I DO TODAY? OH, NOTHING REALLY, JUST HUNG OUT WITH CHUCK TODD, NARROWLY ESCAPED A SHOOTING AT THE CAPITOL BUILDING, AND WROTE MY AUTOBIOGRAPHY.

I want to blog. I feel the need to blog.

But a voice in my head, weak and distant, is trying to coax me into going to sleep.

AND WHO CAN SLEEP KNOWING THERE ARE BLOGS TO BE WRITTEN?! Obviously not anybody in their RIGHT MIND!

I wish I would have brought my camera cord along with me. I took some great pictures and I would LOVE to upload them, but alas, I cannot. However, I continue to have a cheerful disposition, because I went shopping today. There was a MAJOR/EARTH-SHATTERING/APOCALYPTIC sale today at United Colors of Benetton. I purchased an adorable pair of denim shorts for only $30. The original price tag? $70. And that, friends, is the most pure example of the perfect bargain you will ever see.
…Alright, maybe not the most perfect example ever, but it’s definitely close.

Today was a great day. Scratch that; today was an unmitigated, marvelous, skippity-doo-da day.
Chuck Todd has THE ideal job. I need say nothing more. If I were Chuck Todd, I would be able to rest my head on my pillow at night and stare up at the ceiling with a satisfied smile on my face and think to myself, “I love my job.” And I would MEAN it.
I was dying to ask him a question today, ANY question, but I couldn’t think of anything decent to bring to the table, at first. I knew for sure that I wasn’t going to ask him one of those monotonous questions that everyone asks, such as “Like, where do you think the future of journalism is gonna go? I mean, like what’s gonna happen with the internet, ya know?” Come on, guys. If someone asks that question one more time I’ll drop the Lincoln Memorial on his or her head. We all know that journalism is migrating towards an electronic revolution. How many more times do we have to hear that answer?! YES, NEWSPAPERS ARE DYING. D-Y-I-N-G. I know, I’m sad too. Yes, it’s a shame and a pity. Now please, grasp that, and cope somehow.

The more I see of Washington, D.C., the more I fall in love with it. I saw as much as I could of the city when I came here for the Right to Life March last year, but I was only there for a day or two–DEFINITELY not enough time. I wish I could get into The George Washington University. That would really make my life. The only thing holding me back is my ACT score. I don’t think it’s high enough. It’s not a bad score, but it doesn’t quite fit the GWU criteria. I’ve always been very methodical, analytical, and careful, and I guess those three things are terrible characteristics to possess, since they inhibit me from getting a higher score.  I’m horrendously slow at taking tests, especially standardized ones. I can never get finished in time, so I always end up having to just fill in the circles, but of the questions I do answer, I get the majority of them correct. What I wouldn’t give for an IEP–then I’d be able to take all the time in the world on the ACT and I think I would do quite well.

ANYWAY… let me divert this blog away from my ACT woes. The shopping area greatly exceeded my expectations. The Capitol Building did as well; it was the most magnificent, dramatic, and fascinating piece of architecture I have ever seen. While I was passing through halls of marble with ornate engravings, I thought about how every inch of the building was special. Every last tile holds a piece of history in it. Oh, to be one of those statues! I could be a fly on the wall; hear every secret that escapes the lips of government officials, be surrounded by beauty and history 24/7. It made me want to be a senator, almost. To be able to work in a building like that is such an honor and a privilege. I only wish I could have scoured the entire building from top to bottom.

I have so much left to say, yet I have so little time to get a solid night of sleep. I must bid thee farewell. It’s all the server’s fault, maybe if it wouldn’t have crashed for a FORTNIGHT*, I would have been able to ramble about every single thought that would have popped into my head!

Nihil desperandum*, my friends, I shall blog again when I awake. Parting is such sweet sorrow.

*Editor’s note: In case no one knew what the two phrases with asterisks next to them meant, “fortnight” literally means two weeks, or fourteen nights, hence the term. As for “nihil desperandum,” it translates from Latin to “no more despair.”

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