Quick, Quickie, Quickier
I came, I spoke, I conquered.

Tonight was journal elections. They were far more dramatic than they needed to be (did it really need to take one hour to elect the editor in chief?). But after deciding not to run for any of the top-of-the-masthead positions, I wrote a small, teeny speech for articles editor, gave it in a blur of excitement and nervousness, and I won! Articles editor. Just what I wanted and right up my alley. Yeay!

It's nice to finally win something. (Thanks.)

Then, I was going to lock myself in my study cubby but the new managing editor shook his head at me, no, and I obeyed and I ended up being one of the last to leave the post-election social. And then I had tasty New York style pizza. Time for an episode of Gilmore girls then bed! Have my tutorial at 10:15 am. "Bring anything you have written." Umm, is it ok if what I've written in like FOUR weeks is in bullet points and incomplete sentences?

Tonight, the outgoing ME who is also my former writing TA said my journal writing competition entry was solid. Contrast that with the crap I wrote in college (of which I was sorely reminded over spring break), and it feels good to have come this far. If you knew me then and how anxious writing made me, and now I just go on and on and on, particularly on this here blog ... I really have come a long way. [Excuse the self-congratulatory tone of this post.]

Ok, a drunken good night to you and you and you. But you, you in the back, not you.