Brief, brief update

While re-experiencing the keg stands and dorm drama of undergrad has been amusing, casetheplace will soon be returning to her regularly scheduled adulthood. To all her 21-year-olds: It's been real, y'all. It's been real.

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Oh Jenna...

One of many rules casetheplace lives by: If a White House wedding is an option, always choose the White House wedding.

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It's all racing towards May 1st with a speed and intensity I should have seen coming. The way the pollen makes my skin itch, the blisters on my feet where the flip flop straps rub at newly bared feet...spring is finally here.

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Home sickness is sometimes just a twinge of 'what could of been,' not full-blown longing

I had to make phone calls to media outlets in Atlanta today, and the sound of the voices, despite being rushed and mostly disinterested, was enough to give me the slightest twinge of homesickness.
My fellow interns commented on my heightened drawl, and it was true: my voice rang strangely in my ears, sounding like a sugared version of me I didn't completely recognize anymore.

The twinge quickly passed, as I enlisted Mitz and his car to aid in moving Saturday, and started to concoct plans for the weekend. But the drawl has clung into the evening, and I wonder how much longer the softer vowels will roll from my tongue.

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Things My Friends Say: Really, really (really!) gay edition

"You know, my day would have a whole lot less meaning if I wasn't your pet."
- Mitz, commenting on my ability to make him accompany me to various office locales (coffee machine, copier, basement) with just an arched eyebrow and a head toss.

"It just doesn't tend to end well with people who are white."
- Jay-ber, explaining why he doesn't date people of his own ethnicity.

"I would expect nothing less from casetheplace and a gay man."
- Out-of-town guest, regarding some long since forgotten anecdote.

"Is it a penis...oh, no, it's a bunny."
- (This one is actually a casetheplace said, when handed an Easter-themed lollipop by the Religion & Faith program intern.)

"I'm working for a big ol' gay organization and I don't know who the biggest homos are."
- Jay-ber, on why he needed to spend time studying Out magazine's Power 50 list.

"Casetheplace is like Google for Georgia - no, the whole South!"
- Jay-ber (again, I know! This kid is full of it - er, I mean, them, full of them), after I once again had to explain some Atlanta-ism or Southern-ism none of the Northerners and Midwesterners understood.

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The ATLien mutates

I'm quickly morphing from an Atlantan to a Washingtonian, and I have decided to posit Saturday as the official day I start saying I'm from DC. I'll still be originally from Atlanta, of course, since it is, after all, impossible to change the city you grew up in, but from Saturday on I officially live in DC.

(I chose Saturday and not the day I signed my lease because Saturday is the day I will actually take up residency in my new house.)

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I don't think Patrick Swayze meant a tornado when he sang "She's Like the Wind."

Commercial

I have to say, I think the 30 second commercial my practicum group and I created for the mock Senatorial campaign we're running this semester is quite good. And I'm not just saying that because I produced the damn thing and wrote the script and spent a great deal of time compiling stock footage and looking up our opponent's House votes (thank you, Project Vote Smart, you're a life saver!) and coordinated with our film and video guy. (Ok, maybe that is why I'm saying that.) But really, I think it's quite good, and once the competition is over May 1st I will try and remember to post it here for all of y'all to see.

Life continues on, just as jam-packed as ever.

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Things to do on a Sunday

1) Brunch.
2) Use the timestamps on your text messages to reconstruct the previous night's shenanigans.
3) Do homework.
4) Write a blog entry.
5) Return phone calls, e-mails, and other modes of communication.
6) Read the Sunday New York Times.
7) Lounge/lollygag.
8) Go shopping.
9) Catch up with the roommate.
10) Go for a walk.
11) Consider...everything.
12) Laundry.
13) Prepare for the upcoming week.

How many of these will I do this Sunday? How many have you done?

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Get your drink ticket before heading to the bar

Last night, Charlton Heston died on the dance floor. Not literally, of course, but word of his death came to us as we danced, via tax-payer-supported Blackberry. I feel like maybe his death would make a good metaphor for something, but I haven't had my coffee yet, and so the more abstract connecting of disparate thoughts part of my brain isn't working at full capacity. Perhaps I'll come up with something later.

This weekend may perhaps go down in the partying archive as "The Weekend of the Drink Ticket." Both the Hirshhorn Friday night and the loft party last night required the purchase of drink tickets (little paper tickets like what you get at a school fair or carnival) in order to acquire beverages from the bar. I'm assuming this is to speed up the drink-getting process, since the bartenders aren't handling money and trying to make change and whatnot, but in reality it's really annoying and requires too much pre-planning on the part of slightly tipsy people ("So how many drink tickets should I go ahead and get? I just waited in that line for twenty minutes and I don't want to have to wait in it again, but I also don't want to buy tickets I'm not going to use...and I only have two hands..."). In brief, casetheplace is not a fan of the drink ticket, and she hopes this is a trend that will not continue.

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Overwhelmed

Tonight was the first night in a long time that I decided to just come home and...be. I've been sick the past few days (I know, I know, again, right? It's all due to stress, I'm fairly sure. I spent a great deal of time wailing, "I'm just overwhelmed!" and when people ask by what the only response I can think to give that really sums it up is "Life!" which is maybe a tad over dramatic, but nonetheless true.) and though I felt better today, I decided it would be best to take it easy.

The roommate wasn't around, so I turned on the television and vegged in a way that I haven't really since I got to DC. I watched The Simpsons and it was the classic episode Mr. Lisa Goes to Washington. Fabulous. Just what I was in the mood for.

I've decided to take a break from job hunting for a bit to focus on the last few weeks of school and my internship. I've been stressing myself out too much trying to do it all, and I need to just focus my energy on a couple of things right now.

Tonight I bought a one-way ticket to ATL for mid-May so I can pack up the last of my things and drive them up here to DC, which is actually a big weight off my shoulders because at least now I have the date for that settled. The more things I get set the better I feel. My life has been too unsettled and up in the air for too long. I need some stability.

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Test

Just trying something out...more later...