I've been blogging a bunch, just not here. If you go to the Project on Government Oversight's blog you can read several bits by me, I even got picked up by someone whose list I subscribe too. When I found out I wanted to jump around the apartment, but I thought I would attempt to have slightly more decorum than that, so I had this jerky skip going on and I bumped into the counter. Still happy, though. I'd link my lovely blog entries, but I'm not sure if I want this on their radar and I REALLY don't want this to count as a track back, that's lame.

Obviously, all of this lameness is relative. I'm the girl who gets excited when a Rumsfeld article in the Post prompts new FOIA (Freedom of Information Act) requests.

Sometimes I really love Itunes and how it randomly lands on "That's the Way Love Goes." I love me some Janet.

Still figuring out my social scene here, though I went to an excellent party last Saturday with lots of journalists. I got a little tipsy, only to be cornered by one of my coworkers about making the most of my time here and how I need to know what I want to do. I know the big picture involves writing, but I don't know much more than that. Isn't it enough that I know I want to go to grad school, even if I don't know what kind yet? Shut up. It was a lovely party, though, I loved talking to so many interesting people and getting to know people better. I might go to an intern shindig, but I would probably have to run into people and not actually go with anyone, which is too awkward and I'm not confident enough for all of that.

Anyway, cliff notes: I love my internship.