Cydnee | 20 | Scottish
Journalism student
First day of work experience and I’ll have two bits of work published in tomorrow’s paper. And guess what else?
I’ve just been asked to cover the Race For Life run on Sunday which is 400 words so two pages, a byline and I’ll be paid for in Monday’s paper.
My day is so much better than yours and I’m so fucking excited!
It may only be fillers, they may not have bylines but some of the stuff I’ve written is being published in tomorrows Evening Times. Happy girl right now. Although I made the daft mistake of telling Linzi I was in the paper years ago for my operation and now they’ve all seen it.
They think it’s cool, I still think it’s embarrassing.
My work experience is going well, I think. Linzi took me out to go source a story which was really fun, besides the pissing rain, freezing temperature and hail stones. Currently on lunch and I was massively disappointed with it. I stick by what I used to say, Pret food is shit.
A white boy and girl about 12 years old dragging a wee Asian boy about 8 down the street. I stopped and asked them what the fuck they were doing and asked the wee boy if he was OK but he didn’t answer he just looked terrified. I feel like utter shit but I can’t exactly jump to the conclusion they’re going to hurt him when they said they were playing.
I really should have made sure he was OK. I don’t know if I’m jumping to that conclusion because of what happened but where I live that wouldn’t surprise me.
By the time I got home I was reversing into my parking space, a bit of a space cadget, and some absolute cretin took my space. So I got out and told her if she did it again I would shave her hair off while she slept. Bit much but I’m really worried about that wee boy.
Can I come live with someone who has a fridge so I can have a cup of tea without having to go ask my neighbour for my milk!? God only knows at this rate how long it will be before I get one.
Kris is sleeping in my living room and because his phone only gets a signal at the window he has to leave it onthe other side of the room. Now I know he’s waiting on the guy he likes texting him so for the past half hour I’ve been sending him really stupid texts because I know he’ll go read it.
I’m a great best friend.
Me, double denim and my pasty white legs.
Can’t remember the last time I went out without tights on.
OK I’ve finished one article, it’s too long but my quotes are fucking excellent and I’m not happy I’ve had to cut it down so much so I plan to write a full length article and see if I can get it published.
So now I’m going out for a drive as a way of congratulating myself for doing so much work. I’M TERRIBLE!!!
When I have the sex talk with my kids I’m just going to tell them to follow the basic rule
“If your age is on the clock, you’re too young for the cock”
yeah, and when my kid turns thirteen imma go,
“Sit back down, I was talking about military time.”
(Source: laucontent, via landofstrangers)
