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New comfortable comforter

kellythenewsie — Sun, 12 Sep 2010 17:31:50 +0000

I really need to get out of bed.

This weekend has been super fun and I have met new people. I always like meeting new people, especially fellow journalists, since after graduating college I really found out how hard it really is to meet new folks. Yesterday my friend Andy and I went to Put-in-Bay for the afternoon and we saw a band play for a little bit, got some good food and some great drinks.
I met some of his co-workers from The Sandusky Register, and while we couldn’t necessarily talk shop because we are competition, it was fun to talk about our journalism history in general. After I left Sandusky, I came home and immediately crawled into my bed. I am still here. It’s 1:30 p.m. and so far this weekend I have watched 16 episodes of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I have already seen every episode, but I love it just the same.
I just wish Angel was around the whole season.
Nerd alert.

Anyways, I need to do some bill paying, apartment cleaning and lunch making.
That is if I crawl out from under my new comfortable comforter.

Love (getting) letters

kellythenewsie — Tue, 31 Aug 2010 02:06:49 +0000

For the past few weeks, I have become obsessed with correspondence. I love e-mailing, I love keeping in touch,but most of all, I love letters. I have never actually gotten what you might call a “love letter” from a secret admirer-er or even one from someone not-so-secret, but just getting letters in general warms my heart.

One of my very best friends, Terry (he is famous, you know) sent me a letter and it really made my week. Everything I was stressed out about magically disappeared and I read his letter, laughed a lot and just really remembered over and over again why I think he is one of the greatest people I know.

Then I got a letter from my friend Matt, who is in the Army and he is just finishing up basic training in Kentucky. We talked a lot before he left and now he can’t talk to me at all, except via letters. I miss him terribly.

There really isn’t anything to this post, other than the fact that I really appreciate these two people for making my August. It really did. Opening the mail box, I expect to see bills. Not letters from people telling me what they are up to, what they want to do and jjust in general making sure I am OK and letting me know they are.

It was really, really great.

True Blood and a sign of the times

kellythenewsie — Mon, 23 Aug 2010 05:23:32 +0000

When I think about my childhood, I think of the little things. How much I used to love coloring books, taking pictures with film cameras, passing notes back and forth between friends. I used to think of writing thoughts and ideas down in my journal or diary of choice.

Today, I realized I’m not that girl anymore. Want to know why? Because I won something on a giveaway and read on the sweepstakes that it was a notebook. I ignored the word “moleskine” and my eyes averted straight to the word “notebook.” I immediately assumed it was a notebook laptop and then I realized it was a regular notebook. I have to admit, I felt a pang of disappointment.

And that’s when I realized times, they are a changin’. As a kid, I would have be SUPER excited about a somewhat expensive bound notebook. And after thinking about it, the disappointment disappeared and I became that kid again. I want to write my thoughts down, in that notebook. The thoughts I can’t share on the Internet. So, I am excited again and am only upset that I wasn’t this filled with anticipation before.

This weekend, I worked at the Journal, which is out of the norm for me, considering I have not been home on a weekend in ages. It was definitely a busy weekend.
Yesterday, I followed up on the bear accident that left 24-year-old Brent Kandra dead. It was a tragic accident and I can’t imagine what his family is going through. On Friday for Saturday’s paper I wrote about Brent’s life and talked to his loved ones. On Saturday, I followed up by talking to Sam Mazzola, the owner of the bear. The bear was euthanized.
After I made those calls, I stood in the pouring rain with roughly 40 people who loved Damis Crawford, who was shot and killed in Lorain on Aug. 13. It was sad, yet beautiful, to see everyone out there.

I also got to have a baking party with my friend Taylor (actual baked goods) and there was lots of flour and Beyonce.

And BTW, I am almost caught up on this season of True Blood.

On Tuesday, I am going on my very first business trip. And guess what? I have no idea what to wear. HELP.

I write from my bed

kellythenewsie — Thu, 19 Aug 2010 02:52:22 +0000

Here is how I spent my evening: Got home, then as Dana (my roommate) was making ravioli for dinner, I cut up zucchini and squash into circles, coated them in olive oil, sprinkled dill, garlic powder, Mrs. Dash, paprika, salt, pepper and something else I can’t remember on them and popped them into my oven. This was my first time in a long time I had attempted to be domestic, so I was crossing my fingers it would work out for the best. It did. It was delicious.

But that was not how I had originally intended to spend my evening. I planned on getting home, unloading my bike out of my car –

Yeah, I make plans. Holler.

where it has been all day because I have been lazy — and riding it at least 4 miles. But you know what ruined it for me? The clerks at the courthouse. They have me convinced I am going to be riding along the bike path and someone is going to shoot me in the back and leave me for dead. So until I get over my fear of being murdered, I can’t ride my bike there. But who knows, maybe I will wake up early tomorrow morning and ride it because psycho people with guns looking to shoot journalists in the back aren’t out at 8 a.m. right? Right.

And how did I end my evening? By laying on the couch, watching Dana put together boxes, or try to put together boxes,watch Master Chef, reading Women’s Health on commercial breaks and now I am in my bed. Writing this.

Posed. But you get the idea.

But that was not how I originally intended to end my evening.Oh no. I had planned on doing some exercises I read about while browsing through Women’s Health magazine. I had it planned out. I would use the inflatable ball thing I got when I foolishly bought the DVD and pilates kit. I would then practice the eight yoga steps outlined in the magazine that are “guaranteed” to slim me down and also de-stress my life. Newsflash: The only way it will slim me down and de-stress my life is if a yoga master took away all the cookies and chocolate of the world and also gave me loads of money. But that’s for another post.

In general,in my mind at least, I want to start working out. But nights like tonight are a good example of where I end up. I am not happy with my looks, I am not happy with my body, and rather than get an eating disorder and then appear on Tyra (is that even still on?) I want to work out more. I really think I can do it.

Any tips from my invisible readers out there??

I am an old woman.

kellythenewsie — Wed, 18 Aug 2010 01:31:47 +0000

Right now, I am laying in my bed. My own bed. Back in Lorain County.
I spent the weekend traveling across the state and into Indiana. I spent the weekend sleeping on couches and in not my bed — get your minds out of the gutters, pervs — and on the way back home, I thought of nothing but my own bed. Because even thou get spoiled by other peoples’ beds and really think mine isn’t as great as I once thought it was, and it’s super small, I still like it. Because it is mine.

So right now, it is 9:27 p.m. and I am laying in it because driving all day has exhausted me and I didn’t feel like being in the light anymore.
Every night I do the same exact thing. I say goodnight to my roommate and then I venture into my bedroom. I then take off my clothes and slip into pajamas, usually shorts and a tee, and then I pop in a VHS. Because apparently my room is comparable to the late 1990s, early 2000s. I then climb into my bed, check some stuff online, cuddle with my teddy bear and am out like a light.

Only to be awoken naturally at 7:54 a.m. At which point, I groan because I hate my body. I toss and turn because I really have to pee but I don’t want to get out of bed and then I eventually do. I take a shower, get dressed, check the news, go to work.

I need to spice up my life. HALP.

It’s my days off

kellythenewsie — Mon, 16 Aug 2010 16:47:20 +0000

I am laying on a futon right now, quite uncomfortably but it works for me and my weird body, in Bloomington, Indiana on a Monday. Usually at this time on a Monday, I would be writing up something, on the phone or looking at the many court dockets I check on a daily basis. But this Monday is different, for my friends, I have a day off work.In fact, I have two days off work this week. So I decided to celebrate this four-day weekend with many road trips.
I left work at just after 4 p.m. on Friday. I went to the apartment and I packed up a small bag of clothes and I proceeded to my

As I was leaving Lorain, I saw this man on a bench with a baseball bat. Unsettling.

mother’s home in Eaton sans laundry (for the first time in I don’t know how I met her, some of her friends and my little sister at a restaurant,we then rented several chick flicks and she paid off an outstanding late fee. I didn’t like The Ghost Writer, felt meh about Alice in Wonderland, Post Grad was cliche, It’s Complicated was hilarious and I love old people and Dear John doesn’t really have a happy ending. Valentine’s Day was corny.

I also watched The Mummy Returns.

I rode bikes with my little sister Abbey who was convnced she couldn’t ride the less than a mile back to the house or she would have a heart attack and a casual bike ride would result in her untimely death at the age of 11. My butt hurt afterward, but my seat cover helped in that department.
I ate chinese food, and man do I love egg rolls.
Then yesterday, we went shopping and I bought a floral skirt that looks good with a v-neck I just had to get. I then commenced the drive to Bloomington to visit my friend

This is Lane. I ran into him at the Richmond Mall.

Nathan. We watched A Nymphoid Barbarian in Dinosaur Hell, and I knew it would be ridiculous because the narrator is the same from George of the Jungle.
I realized yesterday I am going to start keeping track of how much time I spend in a car. I think most of my life is spent in my car, which means the mess of fast food wrappers, Google maps, coffee cups and shoes (some broken, some orphaned, some missing the match) can be excused.

I am reading a book right now called The Elements of Journalism: What Newspeople Should Know and the Public Should Expect, by Bill Kovach and Tom Rosenthal. I am into chapter 2 and it has made me realize two things thus far: 1) Journalism is a profound profession that is constantly changing and 2) I am a huge nerdface.
I just finished reading All the President’s Men and that book made me realize more than two things, but in a nutshell, I am a huge nerdface and I want to be a journalistic BAMF. My friend Taylor suggested both books to me.

http://taylordungjen.wordpress.com/

A piece of heaven in my apartment

kellythenewsie — Sun, 20 Jun 2010 15:02:29 +0000

For the last 11 or so days, I have been on vacation. It has been the best vacation ever. Relaxing, awarding, rewarding and most importantly: beach-bum beautiful. The first six days were spent in Jacksonville, Florida and most of it was spent at the ocean. The last three days were spent in North Carolina and my mom and I split our time between the Biltmore Estate and a town just outside of Charlotte (and my friend Billy came and met us and it was great)!
But more about that later, complete with pictures. I spent the equivalent of two days in a car.
I hate driving, I hate being cramped and I get car sick.

My mom and I got back to Cincinnati around 7:30 p.m. Saturday and I decided to drive back to Lorain County. I went a different route and got detoured so many times, I was convinced I was the next star in a realistic slasher movie. So after panicking, hyperventilating and then recovering, I arrived home.

I didn’t unpack. I didn’t do anything. I was exhausted. I climbed into my bed. AHH THAT HIT THE SPOT.

Let me tell you a little something about my bed: It is perfect. It has flannel sheets — yes, in summer — and a blanket I’ve had since I was a kid and four pillows. And a memory foam mattress pad maximizes comfort and pleasure. It is my favorite place in my whole entire apartment and at this point, I’m not sure I’m going to be getting out of it at all today.

Well, except to unpack, shower and lay out my first day back from vacation outfit.

Change, distortion, revision, switch

kellythenewsie — Fri, 07 May 2010 04:25:57 +0000

I have never been afraid of change, and I have in fact mostly welcomed it in my life. The only exception to this was when I was graduating college, almost approximately one year ago, and up until the dreaded day I, well, cried. Not just cried. For almost the whole month and a half before May 9, I sobbed in my bed. I tried to find jobs and with every rejection letter, I cried more. I called my mother in all hours of the day or night and bawled. Enough about that though, because I can’t think of more words for cry.

With that being said, in the past year, I have changed a lot and I have completely opened up to that. I got a job out of college and moved back into my mom’s house, that was change #1. I left that job to come work at The Morning Journal, another change. I moved into my own apartment and this is the first time I have ever lived by myself. I am (almost) self-sufficient. And I think I am good at my job and am making it there. I have made new friends and I am ready to make more.

I have grown so much this past year, I am ready to continue to

Dana and I on our first day at BGSU in front of our room at Kohl Hall.

grow and learn more.This weekend, my best friend is graduating college and she is taking the same steps I did. She is starting a job away from everything she knows — except for me, since she’s moving in with me — and she is going to be so successful. I’m proud.

With that being said, it’s 12:30 a.m. and I just drank an iced coffee. I have to keep cleaning my apartment, because my mom is also coming this weekend and if it’s not clean, Dana will have her own apartment. Because I will be dead.

Mother knows best?

kellythenewsie — Tue, 04 May 2010 16:43:23 +0000

I haven’t posted in ages.

While I have been jaded by the idea of personal blogging for the past few months, my mother encouraged me to start writing again because I am, well, hilarious. And what can I say? I kind of think I am.

My friend Megan once told me my blog reminded her of Seinfeld. She said it because the show, much like this blog, lacks a defined story or plot line. And this blog is similar. I don’t have anything really to say, I don’t stick to a specific topic and I am not an expert in any one particular subject. But I am real and this is my life.

My life is just one giant undefined storyboard.

With that being said, what better way to just jump back into things? I wake up every single morning with that Soul Sister song by Train in my head. wake up with that song in my head, which is immediately followed by a string of curse words relating to why the $@#%$# does my brain automatically pick THAT song?! I can’t have something less poppy?

While that is not one of my favorite things relating to music, one of my favorite things is when I hear a song that reminds me of my mother and I call her and serenade her. Whenever I hear a song that makes me think of her — usually from the Eddie and the Cruisers movie or something by Neil Diamond (what? he’s hot) — I call her and sing to her. And then she starts singing too and the moment is ruined — kidding, kind of. But still, I think the relationship I have with my mother is one of a kind because who would really deal with me calling them several times during the day to sing a song they have heard a thousand times? My mom.

In honor of the upcoming Hallmark holiday known as Mother’s Day, this one is for you, mom. I love you not because of the intense amount of pain I am sure I caused during childbirth (YOU WANTED TO HEAR THAT, READERS) but because I can call you and serenade you in my horrible, horrible voice.

This is way too cheesy of a post.

it’s official.

kellythenewsie — Mon, 15 Feb 2010 02:52:31 +0000

I missed blogging. And here I am, back again.
What I missed about blogging: ranting, raving and writing about nothing.
I take that back, I didn’t really write about nothing per se, did I? And there goes the rant and rave, I better nip this before it gets too long and boring.
But seriously though, I missed it. It’s nice being able to think thoughts to myself throughout the day and write about it later on a forum where people can read and see how truly hilarious I am. And by hilarious, I mean completely random with no rhyme or reason.
This blog post is full of ‘R’s.

So my life has been pretty hectic lately, I am working a lot and loving it a lot. I have been extra open-eyed about the world around me lately, especially in Lorain County. I am realizing more everyday how weird this place really is. I drive back and forth from the courthouse everyday and see the most unusual people, behaving in the most unusual fashion. Odd hair, odd license plates. I guess I can’t really single out Lorain County because the whole entire world is weird, which is why I fit in so well.

A week from Monday I will be 23. At 22, I celebrated my golden birthday, you know, 22 on 2/22. So I have nothing really to celebrate at 23. I think the point you realize you really are getting older is when you understand no other birthdays past a certain one is worth celebrating anymore.

Editor’s Note: I set up a PayPal account, so if you want to give me a monetary birthday gift, or just give me money for being awesome, let me know.