i finished my internship at the brooklyn paper with a front pager on 'bay news'... the HELL HOUSE. these old school muh fuckers don't have their internet piece worked out so i have to wait to physically SEE it.
i need to go in there and get my notebook i left and pick up a copy. the hell house on voorhies avenue was quite an experience; that place was like a real-life haunted house. spooky. got the cops called on me, which makes me feel like a legit journalist. ;)
the editing process was so brutal i don't know what ended up in the damn thing. my editor, gersh, sent me a text this evening:
good luck. don't let them unteach you.
i bought a big boi ticket for september, fuck yeah. found out all our tweets are displayed real-time on a TV in the newsroom.
school is NUTS... it's almost too good to be true. expensive equipment, extensive training, and all the networking resources of all these bad asses, combined. this is going to be the craziest year.
first day of school was yesterday and i ended up home at midnight, drunk and full off the whopper bar. which apparently is a burger king strictly for whoppers and beer. insanity.
and we found a spot with 7 dollar pitchers. so we're pretty much set to go on this whole grad school thing.
My only response to this is a whole bunch o' hearts and emoticons, so I'll refrain.
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