Jaquila.

March is not my month, folks. I dunno if it's ANYONE's month, really.

Deadlines, deadlines and more deadlines.

The Communications Studies Student Association Networking Gala is tomorrow. I bought a damned suit for the occasion. It's very, very...suit-y. We get to meet pros in the communications "biz". Wish me a potential internship, won't you?

I can't wait for my life to not consist primarily of school and work so that I have something more interesting to blog about.

It's not that I don't, it's just that there's no real time anymore.

My poor daddy's dog passed away today. I remember being ten years old and going with Dad and my little brother to pick her up from the breeder's. She was the CUTEST. Puppy. Evar. Dad named her Jackie; I liked to call her "Jaquila" like tequila. She was occasionally a brat, but overall pretty much the sweetest little person anyone could possibly meet.

Ugggggggh. Why must we ever suffer heartbreak? A rhetorical question of course, but valid nonetheless.

Gotta look ahead. <3

-T.