“Sometimes our rules make us sound entertainingly fusty. In a 2005 article on rap music and murder we had cause to refer repeatedly to 50 Cent. Not for us “Fiddy”, as he is sometimes dubbed by middle-aged journalists looking to get down wid the homies: in the last two paragraphs we fitted in four mentions of “Mr Cent”.”—The Economist style guide makes no exceptions: not even for “Mr Cent”. (via theeconomist)
it’s been a rough couple of days. i’ve been angry and grouchy and emo for no good reason. then i realized i’m due for that time of month. woof. of course. now it makes sense as to why i started crying when i couldn’t slice a frozen bagel earlier today and instead threw it across the counter.
today one of the girls i intern with, who is super fab and very nice told me: “so i had a dream that you got that job, you know the one in annapolis, i didn’t know if i should tell you b/c it sounds kind of creepy, but i figured i would anyway.” haha so first of all, slightly hilarious, second of all i hope she’s right. even if i get this job in annapolis, where i don’t know a soul, it is so much closer to d.c., to new jersey and to my friends. and so far away from home, which is exactly the goal.
also, on a completely random and different side note, i went to my high school’s variety show tonight, because little bubba was performing. he was part of a tuba trio, wore neon shirts, sunglasses, backwards visors and sweatbands, they performed jump on it and several other ‘party’ type songs, it was absolutely hilarious. i had no idea that little bub was that talented/creative/funny. i’m such a proud big sis tonight.