Have been pretty damn awesome.
Why, you may ask?
Well, I had the first paste-up for the Ledger from thursday to sunday. It had been so long since I’d actually done any work on InDesign, I felt a little overwhelmed at first, but after awhile, I felt oddly comfortable. It was so nice to be working on a paper again, because last year I didn’t get to. It was also nice not to have all the restrictions of Outlook and high school. Not that I didn’t love Outlook…I did, but this was new and refreshing.
Now, I’m not going to count my chickens early, but I feel pretty good that I might get hired as a page designer. I know InDesign, and I know style. I was pretty happy with my job done, and I’m quite happy with the finished product. The ink got all messed up on a couple of the pages, but the final paper as a whole looks pretty cool.
Oh, I forgot to talk about the trannies–we had some transsexuals come into the room wondering why we didn’t have a picture of them on the front page. They came and said hi because we were the place where the “paparazzi” hang out. It was hilarious.
Yesterday was a good day, but not quite as good as I wanted it to be.
I drove up to Renton to help Derek with his new paper. The paragraph styles scare him, as he said. I almost got lost on the way up, but I eventually found my way to the visitor parking lot.
The paper is called the Arrow, and the themes that the kids chose were “urban, diverse, and strong.” And it signified everything that the kids were. The exact opposite of Gig Harbor. It was so nice not to be in a completely white town. Derek told me that there were only about 2 white kids on his staff, but when I went there last night, I fully realized it. V and Jimmy and Jenny and Vivian and Christian and Quincy and I can’t remember the other girl’s name because she wasn’t there for very long, but they were all so cool. And they actually listened to my help. It was nice, because they didn’t know what they were doing so much. That’s the difference in going back and visiting Outlook and going and visiting Renton last night. Outlook is established, they have their agenda and they know what they’re doing, so it’s weird going back because I feel useless. I didn’t feel useless with the kids on the Arrow. They wanted my help, and they needed my help, because Derek doesn’t know much about InDesign, he said so himself.
It was so much fun, because it was a new place, with a new paper and new kids.
But the only bad apart last night was that fact that I didn’t stay in Seattle. I drove up there to see if I could find American Apparel or if I could find Adrian, but I didn’t see her when I drove by the Paramount. So I left. It was about 7:45. But I should have stayed. I should have stayed and waited outside the Paramount in the cold and the rain until the show was over. I should have pushed my ear up against the huge doors of the Paramount theatre so I could hear Keith and Chris’s witty banter, and the sound of Caleb Followill’s sexy raspy voice. Damnit. Why did I have a quiz this morning?????
If I hadn’t had a quiz this morning, I would have sat outside the theatre for hours in the cold.
Because it seemed that karma hated me for one night. It hated me with all the fire in its being. I know that doesn’t make that much sense, but either way, it hated me. Why, again you may ask? Because Adrian, my crazy fangirl friend who I met at the WAS show in July, the one who makes dolls of Keith and Chris and brings them cupcakes, got to see them, after she didn’t even have tickets. She was waiting outside the theater for so long that they guestlisted her to get into the show. So she saw them for FREE!!!! And the show as supposedly FUCKING SOLD OUT! Ahhh! So when the show was done, she and her friends waited outside the venue even longer, until after midnight, and lo and behold, WAS leaves the venue, and happens to see her and visit for a bit. As she told me, when Keith saw her, he ran up and hugged her. And they all made “cougars with guns” poses. Don’t ask, it’s a WAS thing,
Why did I have a quiz this morning??? Why does WAS like the UK so much more than the US? And why does karma hate me so much?
Ugh. I wish I have Hiro’s power, to bend time and space, to go back to last night when I decided to pass by the Paramount and drive home, and I would have found and damn parking spot, miles away if I had to, and walked down the street to stand outside the theater until after midnight. But I can’t. I can only wait until the next time WAS comes to Seattle. Which could easily be years from now. It makes me so sad that I was so close. Then again, I can always look back on my experience at Neumo’s when Libby and I were basically sitting on the stage. And I can look forward to my possible future in music journalism, and I know exactly which band I will cover first. So We Are Scientists, this is a pre-emptive interview request, in case I ever to work for a music mag. Maybe I’ll move to England. No, that’s a stupid idea. But then again, they do have similar weather to the Northwest, and they speak English, and they don’t have to deal with crazy conservative republicans.
Who knows, it’s a possibility if I win the Lotto.
I think I’ll stop now, I need to quit moping, because I seem to remember that I have a paper technically due tomorrow, though Chris gave us all an extension until next monday.