sporadic

… at my old apartment.

Not a lot of good memories here.  Just an annoying/obnoxious roommate and his smelliness.  I’ve actually witnessed the boy wearing the same clothes for three days.  Anyway.  Enough about him.

Tonight was good.

I love covering stories that involve good, young, nice-looking gentlemen.  Photos of me covering this event will follow.

Tonight was also good for another reason.

I got a look at the inside of Lloyd Noble thanks to my friend who works there.  It was pretty amazing just seeing the basketball center through the eyes of someone who knows the ins and outs.

Whew.  I’m worn out.  The next hour will involve more packing and cleaning, followed by a nice little wake-up call at 8 a.m. to finish packing/cleaning.  But it will be worth it.

Oh, p.s. Charlie St. Cloud tomorrow!

The following article is reposted from Advocate.com.

by: Advocate.com Editors

If a four-letter word comes to mind when assessing BP’s efforts in the Deepwater Horizon Spill that has ravaged the Gulf of Mexico, chances are it’s not going to be fine.

Luke Montgomery opts forfuck. The founder of Good Ideas for Good Causes and a longtime gay rights activist—one who at 19 ruffled President Bill Clinton’s feathers by interrupting his 1993 World AIDS Day speech under the moniker “Luke Sissyfag”—Montgomery recently launched his latest charity campaign, this time focused on the largest environmental disaster in U.S. history. 

The name of his mission? Appropriately: “UnF—ck the Gulf.” 

“The inception of it was my boyfriend Nate [Guidas] and I were sitting in front of the television screaming ‘fuck’ every 20 seconds about something that BP was doing, about seeing birds covered in oil,” Montgomery says. “And we knew there were other people screaming ‘fuck’ at the television 24/7. So let’s take all of this anger and harness it and do something good with it.” 

Montgomery and Guidas, who currently live in Redondo Beach, Calif., have had a busy year on the charity front. In February they traveled to Haiti to deliver supplies and to work at the AIDS orphanage Montgomery had previously founded in the coastal town of Jacmel. 

UnF—k the Gulf’s fundraising efforts center on T-shirt sales, available here. For every $13 shirt sold, the charity donates $5 to environmental organizations, most of them now actively working in the Gulf (donors can vote on who gets the money; remaining revenue covers the cost of production for the shirts and the campaign, Montgomery says). 

The abundance of expletives in the duo’s viral video—and particularly the use of children to deliver some of them—has already caught the ire of Bill O’Reilly, who devoted a recentsegment on his Fox News show condemning Montgomery for using kids in a F bomb-laden ad.

Montgomery’s response? “It’s patriotic to use the F-word in defense of our shorelines.”

Oh, Courtney. You crack me.

wheresmymacandcheese:

the more I want it to be the soundtrack to my life. But then I realized my life isn’t cool enough to warrant such bad ass music.

Joseph Gordon-Levitt agrees.

OK, so I’ve seen this done before.  Not a lot.  Just once before.

My (kind-of) friend Cadie did this on her facebook and it sounds like a good idea for a blog.  

Every day I’m going to post a photo that was taken during the day.  Starting … later today (considering it’s 1:02 a.m.).  Tomorrow I might actually post 1, 2, or 3 gems.

I miss running.  I feel like that’s the only time I really get to listen to music.  Maybe that’s why I actually run?  God knows it isn’t to get all sweaty in 100-degree heat.

Tomorrow.  I’m totes going running.  Tomorrow.

I can do this.

I’m watching “Family Matters” at 12:28 a.m. because I can’t go to sleep (well, I guess I don’t usually go to sleep until 2:30 a.m. anyway, but still).

These are my last three nights at my apartment.  My crappy, dusty, dirty, loud, smelly, gross apartment.  These are my last three nights to make awkward conversation with my roommate who I really don’t know and the last three nights to smell his musky odor.

In just a few shorts nights, I will be moved into my new “solo” apartment (aka THE LOFT).

*sigh of relief*

I can make it.

I’m holding back a political rant.

All of these political commercials are driving me crazy.  It’s amazing just how many conservative people are packed into this small piece of land we call Oklahoma.

Tonight, while waiting on my McDonald’s fries to come out of the drive-thru window, KJ 103 played their typical mainstream music, but one song came on, which I had never given much attention.

“Live Like We’re Dying” by Kris Allen.

Right away, though, I noticed a line that said, “How come we don’t say I love you enough? ‘Til it’s too late, it’s not too late.”

And of course, we don’t say “I love you” enough.  I mean … we do—kind of.  Especially me.  I go around every day saying, “Oh honey, I love you. And your purple skirt, great choice!”  But am I talking about “love” or just a really excited enthusiasm?

Do I say I “love you” enough? Do you say “I love you” enough? 

I can’t answer for you, but I don’t.  My problem/hang-up/situation?  I think “love” has a very strong meaning.

If I can tell myself that “I love you” means “I really like you” then I can force it out.  But that’s not fair to the people who get a genuine “I love you.”

Then there’s the whole decision about who gets the genuine one and who get the other one.

Now all of this thinking has forced me to ask: Who do I love?

Really.

We all have them.

& mark my words: One day I will work for “60 minutes” or Vogue.