081204Noah: Would you just stay with me?
081104I don�t like coming in second. I don�t like being told, �I�m sorry Molly, but I�m going out with my friends tonight,� night after night after night. Hell, I should never come in second. I�m your girlfriend. I�m the one you love. I�m the one you invite to stay over. I�m the one who eats her hair to make your laugh. I hate sounding like a broken record, but I�m damn sick of sitting at home while you go out every single night. That�s fantastic that you�re 21 and excited about going to the bars, but it�s bullshit that I get shaft because of it. Take this week, for example. You�ve gone out Monday night, Tuesday night and tonight (Wednesday). You�re planning on going out Thursday and Friday, too. You actually told me we �might� be able to see each other on Friday, but that I shouldn�t count on it. I do not like waiting around for you, or for any guy � and that�s exactly what I�m doing. All I�m going to say is something better change. We�ve talked about this, a few times, too. It�s okay for a couple of days, but then it goes back to Molly sitting at home every night and Jake going out every night. You can�t keep saying no to me and expect me to continually come back. I told you back in May that I wouldn�t let you do this to me again. And guess what? You�re doing it. �Am I living it right?
080604I have this thing about biting my nails at work. If I'm bored, I look down and they're staring me in the face, practically screaming, "BITE ME!" I know it's a bad habit - just ask my poor, stubby nails. I've never had long, glamorous, white-tipped fingernails. Once I got them professionally done for the Homecoming dance my senior year of high school. Within a couple of days post-dance, I began nibbling. I did that so much that managed to crack every last nail. My bad habit subsided for a while...until I began this job. Maybe it's a sign of boredom, considering I do about two hours of real work each day. The rest of my time is spent looking busy, and biting my nails. I also like to walk to the bathroom, even if I don't have to go. I just like getting up and moving my legs. Even while I write this, if I pause after a sentence to come up with my next thought, I look down at my nails and think about how this one could use a little off there, or that one could stand to be more round. My teeth are like a chisel. I use them to sculpt my nails when I'm without nail clipper. Maybe if I brought one to work, I wouldn't nibble as much. I should get one at Target tonight. 080204I finally realized why I like to talk so much. A few days ago, I interviewed Faith and Values Reporter Martha Sawyer Allen. After the questions, we chatted about journalism and the work force. She gave me some advice she received from a college professor years ago: Good journalists are good gossips. I love to gossip. I believe it comes through my long lineage of gossip mavens. My Grandma Gloria lives in a small town and shares in everybody�s business. My Grandma Marge has too many sisters and knows too many secrets. Sadly, my mom takes part in gossip fests as well. Whenever I come home for a few hours, she finds time to corral me and share the neighborhood�s juicy secrets. People love talking about themselves, but I�m convinced they love talking about others more. Personally, I love talking, sharing, learning and communicating with others. I ask a lot of questions, which some interpret as being nosey, but is mainly a desire to learn more. You�d think I�d be a better student with my quest for more knowledge. The funny thing is, I could give a hoot about school. What I love is learning about people. Everyone has a fascinating story to tell and I want to hear them all. My favorite part of a profile interview is the moment after I flip open my notepad. The next words out of the interviewee�s mouth always are, I don�t know why you�re writing about me and my boring life. P.S. You�re not boring. Your life is not boring. And if it really is, I�ll make it sound great. 080104Andie: I thought you didn't dance, Pacey.
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