I’ve been SUPER busy these last few days. I’ve been stuck up in the newspaper room trying to get this newspaper finished and off to the press. I’m kind of nervous, a lot of people at my school-mainly teachers-are looking at the newspaper to see what I can do. Mrs. Frier, the advisor, has been hyping me and what the paper is supposed to look like up, I just hope I can deliver.

This weekend: wow. It was VERY interesting, to say the least. SO, Friday I left to go to Atlanta for a seminar about copy-editing and newspaper grammar. The seminar was very cool, and informative. I learned a lot about what I should be doing as Editor. The seminar was Saturday from 1:00PM till 4:00PM. Guardia, my friend from school, had come with me to Atlanta, so I had to pick her up after the seminar since I was going back to school right after the seminar. I asked her if she wanted to go to North Point, she said yes. I had a few dollars to spend so I figured I would buy a shirt or two. I ended up spending $79.00 at Express Men’s, which was well worth it. My clothes are awesome! But anyhow, Guardia and I were walking through the mall, and guess who I spot? Usher and Chili (from TLC)! I was freaking out and all excited that I actually had actually just spotted two famous people. The both of them went into Baby Gap, so of course I had to follow them in. (I’m not a stalker.) I conveniently had a piece of paper and pen in my pocket, I whipped the pen and paper out and politely asked Mr. Usher if he would give me high autograph. He gave me this funny look, took the pen and paper and scribbled crap on the paper. Not the word crap, but crap. You can even tell whose name it is, it looks like something I just scribbled down! That pissed me off so much. I wanted to get Chili’s autograph, but she was talking to a saleswoman. After that incident, I was very perturbed, so we left. We got on the high way and were about two hours into out trip when our next little adventure started.

It was dark outside, we were on 75 about two hours outside of Atlanta. I’m driving up beside this big caddie car. From behind and beside the car you can see that the owner of the car has a TV in the front of the car. The TV is on, and some show is on, so I think. As I drive up to pass the car, I look over at the TV screen and see a woman sucking on a man’s penis. PENIS. Yes, this man was watching a PORNO in his car. Eww. I told Guardia to look and see what I had just witnessed. I then slowed down so she could see this wonderful display of human emotion. She saw it and couldn’t believe it. By this time the man realized that we were looking in his car. He looked over at us and gave me this super creepy menacing look. That freaked me the hell out, so of course I did what every self respecting black person who doesn’t want to die at the beginning of the movie does. I put my foot on the gas and booked it! I got over to the far left lane. Graduia and I thought we were home free, we were wrong. She looked over and saw him driving right beside us! I wasn’t amused anymore; I was really freaked out by this point. I finally just pressed the gas all the way down and did at least 95 if not 100. I finally was able to weave my way away from the crazed porno man. But it’s not over yet.

So were about another hour into the trip, driving, singing Tina Turner and Chicago. BLUE LIGHTS-BLUE LIGHTS. Damn. The cops pull me over telling me that I was going like 15 over the speed limit. Since I was in the deep south by now, I made sure to smile extra hard and be polite, I didn’t want to become the next headline on the AJC about a hate crime. He helped me out and wrote on the ticket that I was just going 10 over, so that’s good.

That was my weekend: fun, exciting, and tiring… but there’s still a lot of work to be done.