The blog turns 2-years-old today which means that the blog is chewing solid food, walking around the house, getting into the cookie jar, and smoking.

As I’ve said before, the blog is something I’ve always enjoyed doing. From Europe to The Big Move to the good ole random links, you keep reading despite my grammatical errors and self-infatuation; and for that, my ego is eternally grateful.

In all seriousness: I really have no earthly idea how the blog has built up this kind of base… 160,000 visits and close to 400,000 page views in just under 24 months. You guys/gals are awesome.

People ask me questions about the blog all the time…

Who reads the blog?
You… silly. Actually, the only time that I know for certain who actually views the blog is either A) They tell me (at work, weddings, funerals… yes, funerals), or B) They comment on any article. Other than that, I just have statistics to guess from… people from Jackson, Birmingham, Nashville, New York, and Atlanta make up a huge segment of readers… though readership stretches far beyond the US. (Seriously… who reads my blog in Japan, China, and Dubai???)

Do you ever get tired of it?
Nope. Never. I enjoy entertaining the notion that this blog is somehow entertaining.

When will you quit blogging?
When you all quit reading… or when I die (though I’m sure Heaven has an incredible wi-fi network)… or when I have to. By have to… I mean have to, though I don’t know what I mean by that.

Thanks for all the birthday wishes yesterday; it was much appreciated.

Has it already been one year?

One year since I rolled into town in a rental car, after my Grand Am kicked the bucket in Wyoming. One year since I was introduced to Thai food, Top Pot Doughnuts, and this thing they call Pac 10 football (oximoron). One year since I was convinced that I would have a job in three days… when it ended up taking 3 months.

Holy cow, it’s flown by.

Ironically, I spent my 1-year anniversary on a plane headed home to Jasper. The year in Seattle has been a blur (much like the photo above). Seattle has been everything I thought it would be, and more. The experience thus far has topped any expectation, even though I’ve had bumps along the way.

I get asked all the time: “Why Seattle?” I usually reply: “It’s Seattle.” But it’s so much more than that. The experience. The challenge. The love that Harry & The Hendersons made me feel for the city that offers world-class dining and entertainment, yet a place where I could hit a a bigfoot while driving to work. There hasn’t been one moment over the last 12 months where I second-guessed my decision to throw a suitcase in my car and drive 2,600 miles — ok, maybe one or two moments —

Those who have lived far from home know that it has it’s ups and downs:

Downs: Missing weddings, missing births, missing family, missing friends, missing food, missing familiarity, missing out on day-to-day activities that your other friends will continue to do without you.

Ups: New friends, a new perspective, new things to do, new adventures to be had, new food, new sources of entertainment, new sports teams to follow, new climate, new opportunities that never would have been presented had you not taken that one, risky, step.

You weight your ups and downs, being careful not to base your decision on how the scale tips, but rather opting for the course action you feel is right. Life is not necessarily about being comfortable in your actions, but always correct in your actions. (Gosh that’s cheesy.)

I work for a wonderful company and have an incredible job. I’ve got salt water to my left and fresh water to my right. I’m 1 hour from good snow skiing, 2 hours from great snow skiing, and 6 hours from the world’s best snow skiing. And, as of two weeks ago, my partner-in-crime living just down the hill from me. Although, none of this would feel right if this wasn’t the situation I was supposed to be in.

Much props to all the visitors who have made the trek out to visit me over the past 12 months. For anyone who wishes for a place to crash… the offers always there.

Hopefully the following 12 months will be even more exciting than the precious 12 months. Thanks for keeping up with my misadventures everyday. I hope that the stories are interesting, the videos are mildly entertaining, and the links are ever-the-more random.

- Landon

So I was downtown at the market this afternoon. Upon driving off in my car I came to the intersection of the road which runs along the waterfront. I noticed two women, one of the pushing a stroller. The car to my left and I stopped to let them cross the intersection.

I then noticed that one of the women looked awfully familiar. When the light turned green I got a better look as I pulled forward. Is that? It can’t be. That’s when I glanced at the two guys in the car beside me. “It’s f**ing Jennifer Garner!” One of them mouthed as he pointed.

I pulled forwad to get a better look. It was then that there was no doubt in my mind. “It is Jennifer Garner!” I yelled aloud (though I was the only one in my car).

The light turned green and I had to get out of the way… I mean, it’s a green light, there are cars behind me. So I pull out, but quickly turned around at the next intersection. I get stuck behind 3 slow old elderly folks who took 10 minutes to park in a spot the size of the Grand Canyon, and by the time I’d returned to the location, my sweet Jennifer was nowhere to be found.

I’m assuming that the woman with her was Jennifer’s nanny. No, Ben Affleck was with them. However, this will be the story I repeat for the next week at work, church, and to strangers in Starbucks.

Ya’ll know I loved these types of lists. I answer these types of questions with both seriousness and sarcasm because, well, people who create these types of question lists always feel as if they have to send out questions in certain numbers (ie-5, 10, 20, 25, etc) therefore they usually get to 22 and decide that they can either take away two good questions, or make up 3 crappy ones.

Feel free to copy-n-paste the questions, inserting your own answers into the comments section below.

1.) Where did you ring in 2006? Watching fireworks from the top of Sugar Mountain in North Carolina.

2.) What was your status by Valentine’s Day? I was in London… I couldn’t have cared less if my status was “hairy guy who has giant boogers”.

3.) Were you in school (anytime this year)? No… technically.

4.) How did you earn your keep? JND

5.) Did you ever have to go to the hospital? To help deliver a baby. It’s a loooong story.

6.) Have you ever encountered the police? Yes… 87 in a 60… and the ticket was removed. It’s all about who you know.

7.) Where did you go on vacation? London, Paris, Switzerland, Florence, Rome, Torino, Pisa, Venice, Vienna, Budapest, Prague, Berlin, Amsterdam, Belgium, Boston, Destin, Atlanta

8.) What did you purchase that was over $500? My new auto – Chevrolet Equinox.

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It’s Christmas Eve, and around these parts that means that it’s once again time for the Vespers Service at Jasper’s First Baptist Church. For those not from Jasper, this (for me and many others) symbolizes the entire meaning of Christmas… and Christmas would not be complete without it. It’s a short service where songs are sung, candles are lit, and praise is given. It may be my favorite 30-45 minutes of the year.

For the second year in a row I have been asked to perform a solo during the service. I say this not to brag, but rather to emphasize the pleasure and honor it is to have the ears of my home church for just three short minutes on Christmas Eve.

I’d rather sing at Vespers than sing the national anthem at the Super Bowl. To me, Christmas is the Super Bowl… and the music of Vespers is its’ national anthem. I don’t take it lightly, and quite honestly it is the only thing in life that makes me nervous.

If you’re going to be in town, I would love to see you there. I don’t know if we’ll be able to record the audio, so if you can’t make it just ask me to sing it to you next time I see you. I’m kidding.

Uncle, uncle!!!

I’ve broken down and finally gotten an account on the site I love to hate… MySpace. Now quit bugging me about it.

You can view my profile here, or click on the link on the right hand side of the page. My MySpace webpage address is http://www.myspace.com/thelandonhowell… yeah, I know.

I’ve always hated MySpace. I’ve called it slow, ugly, and creeepy. Now that I have a page I now realize that those opinions are actual facts.

A few questions for you MySpace junkies:

If the answers are “no” to any of these questions… all the more proof that MySpace is sub par.

It’s a miracle this site has ever survived, much less thrived to grown into the #1 website of the English language.

For those who have been asking, I started my new job this past Monday. I had been interviewing with the company for a while now and they gave me the call two days before Thanksgiving offering a position. It’s an incredible opportunity with one of the fastest growing companies in Seattle. The people within my team are incredibly smart (let’s hope they rub off on me) and nice as can be.

This will be the one and only time I will specifically discuss work on the blog. It’s one of the rules I set forth before starting the blog. I won’t blog about any business or position unless I have complete or significant ownership of the business or position.

It should also be noted that I do not blog at work. It’s unethical and wrong, and I’ve seen too many people lose their jobs to blogging-at-work over the past couple of years to show me just how seriously it is taken in today’s work world. Only in rare… rare circumstances will such a thing ever happen. My posts are set to automatically post during work hours – sorry… I’m kinda breaking the 4th wall of blogging by telling you that – so don’t think that I’m sneaking-in posts on company time.

If it seem like I’m a little vacant around here over the next couple of days… that’s because I am. I tried to put enough posts together over Thanksgiving holidays to keep you kids busy over the next couple of weeks. I’ve got a lot to learn with this new position and coming early, staying late, and devoting 200% are what the next few weeks will require seeing as I’m trying to learn as much as possible before flying home in 2 weeks.

However, I’m still here… same old Landon… same old blog. I’m just not in my pj’s during the day anymore… or am I?

I’ve recieved this question all too any times since I left home 5 weeks ago, so I figured that it’s best that I show you using Google Maps.

The map below is an overhead view of the city of Seattle. The area zoned-off and highlighted in pink is a small portion of our neighborhood, Queen Anne, and also includes a portion of the adjacent neighboorhoods, Lower Queen Anne, Westlake, and South Lake Union.

Circled below you can see our relation to Key Arena (where the Sonics play), the Space Needle, the floating house of Tom Hanks in Sleepless In Seattle, the location of “Seattle Grace Hospital (which actually houses our favorite sports bar and is the home of KOMO 4 News) , and of course… Meredith’s house from Grey’s Anatomy, which is in our neighborhood and about a 3 minute drive from our house.

Although it’s hard to tell from this view, we sit at the top of Queen Anne Hill. The Space Needle is at the bottom of the hill.

I rolled out of bed around 9:00 AM… the second plane had already hit the South Tower and the Pentagon attack was yet to be reported.

Call it shock… call it ignorance… call it whatever, but the whole magnitude of the situation never hit for the first few minutes. I still don’t know why it took so long to sink-in that day… it just did.

From that point on I can tell you in full detail everything I did during that day… the prayer meeting in Swor Auditorium… the silence of the Civitan meeting that night… arguing with Lacey about going to get gas… every minute of every moment is burned into my memory.

No cheesey thought about any moment from that day. Except, I think many of us have forgotten the anger and emotion we felt that day. I’m reminded of the country song lyrics which speak of the footage of the planes crashing into the towers: “…if it was up to me, I’d show it everyday.” The less we see the footage, the further our memories are displaced from that day.

Did we already forget the feeling of helplessness? Did we already forget the patriotism… the unity… the outpooring of love and affection.

So yes… I’d like to see the footage from 9/11 again and again, if only to remember the last day where we as Americans were all on the same page. We forgot all that was material and clung to the emotional and spirtual elements we too often neglect.

Love. Emotional strength. Patriotism.

At the end of the day, those were truly the only things uniting and sustaining us on September 11, 2001. Roll the footage…

And so, today I bid farewell to my beloved Pontiac Grand Am. I started working at age 16 to help buy this car.

I purchased it from Bynum Automobiles in Fayette, Alabama one afternoon in the Spring of 1999 just before graduation. I loved everything about it. The way it handled.. the incredible stereo system…. everything. I loved it.

I pulled around to the gym after school to see what people thought of me ditching the beloved Ford Bronco II and snagging a less-than-Alabama-boy-like white four door sedan. Lindsey Cunningham told me she loved it… Bethany Burns followed with, “It doesn’t suit you.”

Love you too Bethany.

It drove like a champ for more than 7 years. I had to replace an alternator twice. I got in one finder binder (not my fault). It drove 156,000+ miles overall. But it had handled way too well for way too long. This week’s result were inevitable.

So now I look back… getting slightly emotional — at a car which holds so many memories on

I took it to college.

I took it to graduate school.

I took it to Smith Lake nearly every night of the summer for 5 years straight.

I took it to 15 states.

I took it to countless collegiate formals, dates, and swaps. (Gosh… I was a studmuffin) Sorry.

I spotted it from Google Earth.

And just a few months ago I broke 150,000 miles.

I love my Grand Am. It handled like a champ. It will be missed. I wish I didn’t have to sell it this way… but that’s life. The unexpected always comes unexpectedly (quote me on that).

Now comes the task I thought wouldn’t come for a few more months: picking out a new car

I feel like I’m flirting with a hot chick right in front of my ex-girlfriend… so we’ll save the “new car” talk for next week.

Good-bye Grand Am. You will be missed.

First, let me give a big thanks to my Mom and Uncle Jerry for their help Thursday.

Second, the Grand Am is no more.

A timeline of the worst most eventful few days of my life. The situation in which I joked about with many of you before I left… well… it actually came through. It doesn’t surprise me either. My car has worked perfectly for 7 years… it was just a matter of time.

If you want the highlights, just forward to Thursday.

Please note: Just to give you a grasp of how “middle of nowhere” I am… I’m in a town with a population of 15,000 people. The closest town to here is 98 miles away. There is only 1 gas station between here and there… and one town with a population of 3,900 people.

Tuesday

9:30 AM : My car sputters as I leave the motel heading for Devil’s Tower.

2:00 PM : I pull over in Gillete, Wyoming [Population 19,000] to get an oil change and investigate the rumbling engine. My car overheats but the mechanics tell me that it’s just “bad gasoline” that needs to be burned off.

4:30 PM : I pull over for gas in Sheridan, Wyoming [Population 15,000]. My car begins to overheat. I decide to get a hotel room and get it fixed in the morning.

Wednesday

10:00 AM : Every auto shop in town informs me that the earliest they can help me is next Tuesday.

12:00 PM : I take my rumbling car to the local Pontiac dealership. The car dies at the door… literally. They tell me they might be able to help me today… then change their mind 30 minutes later as it is a busy day. We believed that the low coolant was the issue. So, I stock -up on coolant and hit the Interstate.

I leave the dealership at 12:45 headed for Montana.

1:00 PM : My car breaks-down two miles down the Interstate. I let it sit for a while to get just enough juice out of it to get it back to the dealership. This is the last time I would ever drive my car (I’m sad. I’m being seriousserious.).

1:30 PM : I decide to leave my car at the shop, hoping that a slot will open the next morning for them to check-out my car.

2:00 PM : I get a rental car from Avis.

2:30 PM : I get to see some buffalo and elk in a downtown park. I could not feed them… there was a fence… and a sign… that said “No feeding the buffalo or elk.” Dang it.

Thursday

9:30 AM : I recieve a phone call telling me that: “You’re engine is fried.” Gone… a used replacement will cost $3,500. Not worth it for a car with 156,000 miles.

I have to find a way to get to Seattle.

10:00 AM : I am told by Avis and Enterprise that they do not rent their cars one-way.

10:15 AM : I am told by U-Haul that the smallest truck they have is ginormous. A 24 foot bohemuth. I only have a few things… renting this sucker is going to be pointless and cost me a fortune.

10:30 AM : I think I want to purchase a used engine… Uncle Jerry says that would be stupid. He’s right. I just wasn’t thinking at the time.

11:00 : I inquire about leasing a vehicle for a few months… but they only do it for a minimum of 2 years. Leasing sucks anyway.

11:30 : I inquire about possibly purchasing a vehicle. I soon realize that to process the money/paperwork I’ll be here through next Tuesday. Besides… there isn’t anything worth buying here anyway.

12:00 : I’m told that there is a rental car here in Sheridan that needs to get to Gillete (backwards, 98 miles) where there I will find a rental car that needs to get to SEATTLE of all places. Nice, eh?

I am forced to pay a full days rental fee ($65.00) for a car I drive for an hour and a half. But hey, I got a car.

1:00 PM : Because I didn’t hit anything and the car problem is a “mechanical failure”… I am told that my Progressive Insurance will not cover the damages. Ouch… but the truth-be-told, the Pontiac was only worth $1,200 at this point anyway.

2:00 PM : I call “Mr. R’s”, which specializes in purchasing used automobiles for spare parts. They want to buy the Grand Am.

I think of it as an automobile form of organ donation.

5:00 PM : I return to the dealership currently housing my Grand Am in Sheridan. I clean it out and crank it for the last time. I revved the engine one good time as it mustered up just enough juice for a nice vroooooom! I turned of the car and watched it shake as it embraced the fact that it could drive no more… at least with the busted engine that was her heart.

I’ll be honest… I got a little emotional saying good-bye to it. Make fun of me if you will, but there’s something sad about leaving a car you spent you college and first “adult years” driving around the country.

I’d planned on purchasing a new car within the coming weeks… but not like this. It’s one thing to make the decision as you still have your car. It’s another thing to know I’m gonna be forced into it next week.

God is good, especially in the bad times. Some good reflection time is sure to follow in my 960 mile drive over the next 36 hours.

I’ve been all over during the last few weeks – hugging your necks and kissing your babies – and there have been a lot of questions asked.

Since they’ve almost all been the same ones, I thought I’d post the most frequent ones below.

So, here you go.

Question: Now that you’re moving, are you still gonna do the blog?

Answer: Are you kidding me? I’m starting a new life in the furthest, most beautiful, most polar opposite of Jasper in America. I have no plans of ditching this blog anytime soon.

Question: What have you done for money over the last 10 months?

Answer: There literaly hasn’t been one day (even Saturday & Sunday) since 1999 where I haven’t made money. I’m not even close to being rich… but I’ve always got a steady cash flow.

Plan ahead, suckas.

Q: Why did you leave your job at MC in the first place?

Answer: I had other job offers, and it was time to move on.

Q: What happened to the “other job?”

Answer: I was in the midst of changing jobs when Hurricane Katrina hit. When Katrina came through it took away a lot of things… including the position(s) I was supposed to roll into. So, I was left jobless.

Q: Why didn’t you just get another job in Mississippi?

Answer: While that’s what I would have loved to do… I just didn’t feel like it was what I needed to do. I love the Hospitality State more than you’ll ever know. However, life is about making decisions that are correct, not comfortable.

I love Mississippi. I miss Mississippi.

Question: But you left Mississippi 10 months ago. Why did you wait so long to move on to something else, you lazy bum?

Answer: I was offered an interview for a PR firm in Birmingham while changing planes in Chicago on the way back from Europe. The offer for an interview was pretty much an on-the-spot offer to take the job. As much as I love the ‘Ham, now just isn’t the right time to move there.

I was asked to move to Boston 3 months ago but didn’t feel right about it even though it still is one of my favorite parts of the country.

I was asked to come to Seattle 3 months ago, but I would have had to fly back 4 times before September for weddings and meetings. Say… $5000 a flight… $50 each time for airport parking… taking off at least 5 vacation days within my first 3 months of work. So… yeah… not the smartest move to make at the moment.

Q: Do you get mad when we make fun of the fact that you’ve been living at home for the past 10 months?

Answer: No. Because I know that 99.999% of you mean it lovingly. Almost all of you have expressed interest in coming out ot Seattle over the next year and I know you’re excited for my big, risky move.

Question: What about the 0.001% of those who aren’t joking?

Answer: I peed in your cereal.

Question: If you had the last 10 months to do over again, would you do it the same way?

Answer: Yes, and no.

Yes in the sense that I’ve been able to do a lot of things I’ve been wanting to do for years. I’ve also had quality time with the parents, and quality tiem with friends in the Birmingham area.

No in the sense that I wish I would have relaxed a bit more. I’ve literally spent day and night reading, writing and researching for business ventures… that’s just me, always thinking about tomorrow, rarely stopping to enjoy today.

Hindsight is always 20/20, and you can never anticipate a hurricane taking away your next job.

However, if things hadn’t gone wrong I would have never been able to go to Europe, or spend time with my parents, or have time to really reevaluate what direction I wanted my life to take.

Being 25-years-old, single, having another source of income, and being willing to subject yourself to lesser than normal conditions are neccesities to even think about pulling the stunt I have pulled over the last 10 months.

But I could do it… because I started working myself into this position years ago.

Setting-up Juicee News while people questioned sitting at a computer for 6 hours a day. Juicee News (along with other minor endavours) has been paying my bills, as well as my trip to Europe, for the past 10 months.

So… do I regret it? No. Because I planned ahead. I planned for the unexpected. I was flexible. And I never freaked out about “what will people think?”

I’m ready to move onto a new job — that’s for sure. Those of you who know me well know that I love business. Love it. We’ve got some things on the docket that we’ll beannouncing soon. Also, when I move and get everything set into place, I’ll be working on a couple of smaller projects that have a small chance of making it. It’ll be fun, whether or not big things happen from these small items.

Through it all you must remember and repeat two very simple but very important words: delayed gratification

You keep repeating that… everything else takes care of itself.

Let’s go to Seattle.

I have to be honest… it doesn’t feel at all like I am moving. I’m so used to heading to Mississippi for the weekend that I kinda feel like I’m headed out for a quick trip.

But with this blog post I bid you adieu. Thanks for your “good luck” and “don’t crash on the way up there” tidbits of encouragement you given me over the last couple of weeks.

My sincerest apologies to those of you who I did not contact personally to tell you I was moving. My failure to do so was a cross between a forewarning of a speedy departure, a lack of time, and the thought that if the conversation got to cheesy… you just might make me cry. Seriously.

However, I know you love me and I know you’ll be visiting soon… ’cause you said you will and friends don’t lie.

Are you a liar? hope not… poo face.

Alright… I’m out. Destination St. Louis for night #1.

Keep your eye at the top of the page for cellphone picture as they happen. Call me along the way, I’ve got plenty of time to talk.

So far as contact information is concerned, basically the only thing changing will be my mailing address:

Landon Howell
2009 4th Ave. N.
Seattle, WA 98109

There’s a good chance that I’ll be getting BlackBerry to tote around soon — I pray that this won’t happen — but if it does I’ll simply keep my other phone for my personal use.

Again, the best email to get me at is landon.howell@yahoo.com. I check this once every hour from my Treo.

Within the next two weeks I will be beginning a short 3 mintue podcast that will be released once per week. It will available on Odeo and iTunes for free. You will also be able to listen to it straight from the blog without having to download a thing.

Aren’t I considerate?

This is just something fun to add another dimension to the blog. Plus it gives mom and pop a way to hear their sons accent slowly lose some of its Southern twang as he adjusts to life in the PacNo.

Alright. ‘Tis all.

Carrying-on in the cheesy “name the trip” theme I’ve come accustomed to… I’ve dubbed my 8 (or 9) day drive from Jasper, Alabama to Seattle, Washington: The Big Move

But actually… there’s nothing big about my load. I’ll be driving my car and taking only my clothes.

That’s it. Why? Because the house will be fully furnished with the exception of my bedroom. And with the cost of renting a U-Haul van as well as a trailer to tow my car ($750), coupled with the price of gas ($400, arm & leg, plus a live baby), do the math… it’ll be cheaper to snag a new bed, chest of drawers, etc, when I get there.

The drive will take 8 days and will cover 12 states. I’ll be stopping along the way in St. Louis, Omaha, Devil’s Tower, The Badlands, and I’ll be spending a day or so in Yellowstone National Park before heading to Spokane and then onto Seattle.

I figure that if I’m going to be driving cross-country, why not make it count for something?

I’ll be posting pictures as they happen via my camera phone. You’ll be able to view them through a link that will be stationed at the top of the page.

The trip should be fun. South Dakota is supposed to be beautiful in late-August… yeah.

Leaving : Thursday, August 24 (or Friday, August 25) I haven’t really decided yet
Arriving : Friday, September 1
States : 12
Miles : approx. 2,600
Bags of Sunflower Seeds : approx. 3
12 oz cans of Diet Coke : approx. 25

A move that has been in the works for more than 3 months is now official. I’ll be leaving my home in Jasper, Alabama and making the journey 2,600 miles northwest to the Emerald City by the end of this month.

I’ll post more later on what I’ll actually be doing when I get there. I’m not providing any details just yet.

That said, I’m extremely excited about this opportunity. It will be a journey as well as a challenge in a city in which I know no one. A city far different from the places I’ve spent my life in up to this point.

It’ll be fun.
It’ll be exciting.
It’ll be a little wet from time to time.

However, it will be an experience that will shape my life in ways I could never imagine.

Over the past several months I’ve spent many days praying, stressing, researching, discussing, and pondering this move. I let most of you in on the plan over the last several weeks as I spoke to you in person. You all had opinions… all were greatly appreciated. And while there will be some downsides (ie-far from home, friends, and familiarity) there will also be upsides (ie-new friends, new perspective, new opportunities).

Rest assured I’ll be telling you more than you’d like to know about this spectacular city over the coming days, but I’ll try to keep it brief… or boxers (ba-dum-dum).

[NOTE: The photo above was taken by myself at sunset over Elliot Bay last Monday.]

The drama surrounding my Master’s Degree that was… then kinda was… then techinically was… and technically is finished, is complete – for now.

14 hours and one entire legal pad later I have emerged from Part II of my written comprehensives to testify that I have taken the hardest examination I will ever witness.

You ever get to that point where you just don’t care anymore? Runners speak of the moment in a marathon where they “hit the wall.” I’m pretty sure that yesterday the wall hit me.

Seriously… I am convinced we never even covered some of that crap in class.

But, it’s done for now, and not a moment too soon considering I finished my classes for this degree one year ago today.

Oh lawe. I’m headed home…

As most of you know, I’m a news junky. Not-so-much as I was in my Juicee News hayday… but still quite obsessed. I’ve also recently jumped head-first into the world of fashion as my position at DaVille required me to be “up to snuff.”

I check frequently…

The Drudge Report for breaking news and political gossip. I read Deadspin for sports news/gossip and highlights from the previous day. I read Gawker for media/nyc/celebrity issues.

I check sparaticly…

Digg for links to tech news and interesting links. Bloglines for who’s posted what on their blogs – this includes all my friends who have blogs as it serves as a one-stop-cure for my blogging ills. TV Squad for updates from the world of television.

I check at the end of the day…

Lifehacker for tips/tricks/life stuff. Gadling and Gridskipper for travel articles. PSFK for media and advertising info. Valleywag for web news/gossip. I also read Cool Hunting, Josh Spears, and Uncrate for all things worthy of cunsuming.