Stephanie

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Be with someone who makes you happy.

I need to vent

Okay so this summer I worked my small little butt off and learned how to present the weather to all of western and north-central North Dakota. I overcame many obstacles with this position and became very good at this. Now, I’m usually not one to brag about things I do because quite frankly, I never really work all that hard at things as to where I become good enough to brag about them. But this, I worked my fucking ass off this summer becoming good at doing weather broadcasts. I went in for 2 weeks straight for 6 hours a day (unpaid, might I add) and practiced until my mouth was so dry and I was so blind from the bright lights that I couldn’t practice any more. Then the next day, I would do it all again. I was the weather bitch all summer but loved absolutely every minute of it. When the flood came around, instead of insisting on being on TV only, I answered phones overnight, went home and slept for 4 hours, got up and got ready, was on TV for 4 hours, then got dinner and then started answering the phones again. When there was a severe storm, no matter what time of night, I would be the 1st in the studio ready to help and cover the storm. I gave my whole summer to that station so I could get good at broadcast meteorology so I could come back to school and use it here.

But there’s a problem.

I CAN’T FUCKING USE IT HERE BECAUSE EVERYONE HERE IS JUST PLAIN STUPID.

There is a daily weather show that my university does. There is a different anchor every weekday and then a couple behind the scenes people. I was one of the anchors last semester because I had a tape from this summer and the teacher said I was good enough to go on (which I still think it’s ridiculous I even needed the okay: I think if I’m good enough to be broadcast to half of North Dakota that I’m good enough to go on UND’s TV channel. But whatever, it’s the rule) Now like I said, I am not one to brag and often second guess everything I do. But this is different. I worked hard at this. I did this all summer. I would prepare for at least 3 hours for every newscast, and then when it was done, I would go home and critique my tape until I couldn’t watch myself anymore. I would sit down with my boss and he would tell my what I need to improve on, and then I would work on improving that. This is my thing. I am the mother fcking weather woman.

And now it’s being taken away from me because I’m only a sophmore? NEWSFLASH to the professors at UND: one does not get hired at a job because they are older, one gets hired because they are better. So even though there are 3 seniors, 1 junior, and 2 sophomores, does NOT mean that the 2 sophomores should have to share. I know for a fact that I am better than 2 of the seniors and the junior and the other sophomore I have to share my day with. I. Am. Better. No second guessing that. I KNOW I am better. I worked harder than them. I didn’t just decide one day that I want to be on TV. I’ve been wanting to do this since the 8th grade. This is my thing. I am the mother fucking weather woman.

I am not good at sharing things. Never have been, and never will be. So I am going to go talk to my teacher and fix this. There is no reason as to why I should have share just because I am the youngest. This is the real world, and if you can’t handle the fact that someone younger than you beat you, then you need to put your big girl panties on: it’s time to grow up.

Happy New Years!

Liz: Don’t become a drunk asshole tonight! And remember, we are strickly dickly so you better be kissing something with a dick tonight :)

hahaha oh my god.

Day = Made

I knew there was a reason we were best friends.

Althought, I still have no idea as to what we are doing but hey, I’ll figure it out. I’ve got 88 jello shots and two 21st birthdays to celebrate. It’ll all work out :)

I’ve outgrown this town…

and it becomes more and more apparent to me with each passing day. 

Especially tonight when it came to discussing new years plans. Yes, I knew I would be celebrating with the little cult of friends I had throughout high school, but I figured we would be able to throw some new people into the mix. But noooo, those plans were squashed as soon as I walked in the door and an old frenemy exclaimed “Did you hear? They can’t have the party at the frat anymore. So we’re going over to ____’s house and playing board games all night!” And he said it in such a tone that he might as well have just exclaimed, “I win, you suck. Happy your plans are ruined!”

Really. Seriously. That sounds like every other year. Same old, same old. Get out of your comfort zone and try something different for once. You don’t have to drink, but if I play another fucking board game this Christmas break I’m going to have to be checked into an insane asylum.

I am not wearing my amazingly awesome sparkly dress to play board games like every other year since I can remember. I have 88 jello shots and will take them in my car if it comes down to it. Plus, it’s 2 of my best friends’ 21st birthday and it seems as though everyone forgot about that. Maybe instead of thinking about yourself, you would take one for the team and celebrate with your supposed “best friends” for their 21st. But nope. Always about you. You you you you you. *barf*

Minot, I really thought you had changed some. But unfortunately, I was wrong.

Cannot wait to go back to Grand Forks.

“My favorite stories are the ones that end with you running away, which are basically all of them…”

That was said during one of our late night cruises around Minot and the surrounding area tonight by one of my very bestest guy friends. Maybe this is a hint that I need to stop running away from my problems? Nahhhhh, it’s so much easier than dealing with them. Sorry ‘bout it.