I am a fact-checking queen.

Hey friends.
I miss you guys. Remember when I called you intoxicated on a Tuesday? I do. That was silly. I watched a lot of Degrassi.

So, soon I'll be all alone in my row of cubicles, as Ben and Dave are moving into offices. I'm a little sad. Who will throw balls around the hall which always smack me on the head accidentally? Who will pretty much ignore me all the time? I guess it'll be kind of the same. I can throw a ball around too, you know.

I checked a lot of facts-today. A lot. It's pretty ridiculous how many facts cross my desk daily. I could be, if you will, a "fact-keeper." Like the gate-keeper but cooler, though with less ghosts. Are you the opinion-master?

As you can tell, I'm pretty bored. Kind of loopy, that kind of bored.

Nothing new going on in the city. I'm going to sit in a coffeeshop tomorrow and write my article for PINK, possibly go see some exhibits with Mo and Mike (who is coming into town). Steve will also most likely come. I'm supposed to go out tonight but I'm running low on the funds. I'm going to have to talk to my parents about an "allowance" or something. Maybe I can pay them back when I come back to school. I think that's a fantastic idea. I mean, not making money for six months is kind of killing me.

I didn't get that job with Teach for America like I thought I would. I'm a little upset about it, but my initial feelings of rejection are slowly going away. It really just means that I have to get a real job, waitressing or taking down tanning appointmens or something. I'll have to come back in August after Turkey so I can apply for jobs. I guess it also means that I'm not a very good candidate for TFA in the future; perhaps I should start thinking about other options. I don't really want to take the GRE though, nor do I want to go to grad school right away.

Maybe I should just suck it up and become an editorial assistant. Answer phones, file my nails, get dumber as the days go on.

I'm starting to get depressed. I'm going to change out of these heels and into some flip flops and go smoke a cigarette.

I have a new mid-year resolution: to actually go out and enjoy New York. As soon as I talk to my parents about money. Haha.

Tata, lovers.