2) I shadowed at my local newspaper last week. It was fun! It was sad because the place is so understaffed that it is mostly empty at night. But the people who were there were very cool. And it makes me kind of depressed because if the newspaper industry didn't have a dismal outlook and if my parents wouldn't completely disown me and if I hadn't already gone two years toward my current major and if I wouldn't basically be unemployed for long amounts of time in which I would be forced to ask for parental financial support, I would totally major in journalism. That's a lot of if's. In an alternate universe, though, journalism would be my life's calling. (On the other hand, in another alternate universe, Food Network Chef is my life's calling as well.)
3) I signed up for the summer musical pit again this year, because I am incapable of saying no to things. Last year, it was Beauty and the Beast and we got pictures with all of the costumed cast members. This year, it's Once Upon A Mattress, which is not nearly as fun to get dorky cast pictures with, but oh well.
Belle's father, Maurice, being a pimp with the pit girls.
4) The Bloomington Public Library hates me. No, it is absolutely true. I had the worst time trying to get a library card there. So, background. I live in twin cities, so there are two public libraries. I usually use my mom's Normal Public Library card, because either card applies to either library. But I go to the BPL because I think they might have some more stuff on my internship research topic. They say I have to register the Normal card (Normal definitely doesn't make you do this). I can't, because it's my mom's card. Okay, fine. I'll just get a card at Bloomington. But my driver's license has my old address, even though it's still a Bloomington address. So I have to drive home and get a piece of mail that has my current address. Then, when I FINALLY get my card, they tell me I have a 20 cent fine, which is impossible because I just got the card thirty seconds ago. It takes them ten minutes to finally clear it off my card and then some man elbows me on the way out without even apologizing. That was not a fun experience.
5) What also is not a fun experience is checking out a stack of books on cemeteries (I'm doing research on the history of cemeteries for a non-fiction book the museum is planning on publishing) and everybody gives me weird looks like I'm a creeper.