No Woodward. No Bernstein.

I never realize how awkward I am until I have to talk to people. I write for the Daily Mississippian which often involves calling up strangers and asking probing questions. Actually, I don't know how probing the questions really are. I'm not quite up to the level where I'm trying to get people to divulge information about their secret CIA operations, but still, it's awkward. Especially because I'm usually on the phone, and I have to type. I have to have it on speaker phone which makes it hard to hear. I'm going to have to get one of those obnoxious ear thingies for your phone. I hate those. There is nothing more annoying than those people who walk around All. The. Time. talking on their bluetooths in public. Unless you're driving, or have to have one for work, there's no reason you should need one.
Anyway, if I'm going to pursue this career any further, I'm going to have to learn how to talk to people. I'm a journalist, it's my job to be annoying. I just need to get some sort of format down. I guess it will just take practice.

Explanations

Deviant: adj. departing from the norm

Girl: n. a young, immature woman, esp. formerly, an unmarried one.

Geek: n. a peculiar or otherwise odd person, esp. one considered overly intellectual

Sadism and Hot Boys

What have I done? I am taking twenty-one hours this semester. Why? Because I'm a sadist. And a nerd. I'm a sadistic nerd. The classes all sound great on the first day, but then you actually have to go to them and do the mountains of work they all require. Of course, no one would be psychotic enough to take that many classes, so why should they cut back on the homework?

Did I mention that I'm also writing for the Daily Mississippian and am the Fiction Editor for the Hyperbole? I guess having a life is sort of out of the question. Any guy who asks me out had better be hot because that's the only way I'm going to sacrifice my precious time.

Poems

As I'm on the literary magazine at Ole Miss, and as such, I have access to all kinds of budding writers' hopeful works. We had our meeting to decide what gets in. Most of the cuts were well deserved, but one that I loved didn't get in because the writer already had two in the magazine. I thought I'd put it here, so at least it would be somewhere.

Names

Lane. May. Soph. Rach.

Jess. Elise. Maggie. Jane.

Names -

To 622.

Names -

of all the ones who weren't you.

by Eric Solomon