Dear Readers,

I don’t actually like these

You know you’ll at least hear from me once a week when I post the latest Carolina Connection. What you don’t know is when you’ll hear from me otherwise. I generally don’t write if I’m unhappy, which I think can be viewed as a positive thing because some bloggers seem to only write about what makes them malcontented. I have one week until Spring Break. My two best friends Krissy and Andrea will participate in our senior year road trip to Savannah, Georgia, where we can sip mojitos and suck the heads off crayfish at a restaurant where shoes are optional. It had better not rain.

My grades are lackluster, I just got over a week-long respiratory infection that ended with an ear infection, so I just didn’t have the will to talk about primaries, UNC basketball, or how being in your last semester with your whole life ahead of you is not much fun. I did have a blast in D.C., and schmoozed with some of the coolest kids in print journalism from around the country. I got a signed copy of Linda Greenhouse’s book and then she up and retired a week after we got a one-on-one with her at the Washington headquarters of the New York Times.

Oh, and I turn 22 on March 28. What does a person do on his or her 22 birthday? It’s the dilemma of being so young, yet not sure what to do when young isn’t 21. Something about dancing and taking shots just doesn’t seem quite as spontaneous. By the way, I’m not complaining. I can never remember my age anyway.

I hate getting calls at 3 a.m. If she’s willing to wake up, I’d definitely let Hillary answer.

Last thing I’ll mention tonight. Go Hillary! I’m happy for her–I think I was mostly getting fed up with Maureen Dowd’s incessant 5-week stretch of anti-Hillary columns. I’m quitting her until she quits Hillary. I want to tell her: “Pipe down, ginger, there are two other nominees deserving of your ire if you just dig down deeper into that magical Mary Poppins bag of sarcasm you carry with you everywhere.” We’ve got two strong candidates. To be honest, I wish there were two of me to vote for each one. The diversity of the Democratic candidates make John McCain look like an ancient portrait hanging in the halls of Congress by comparison. I was only disappointed that the Ohio crowd chanted,”Yes, she will!” because they’re so obviously ripping off Obama. However, with this current war of “Yes, we can” and “Yes, she will,” my roommate and I decided the only way to settle this dispute is to keep ascending each other’s assertions. Obama now needs to say: “YES, I HAVE.” And Hillary could counter: “YES, I DID.” All before they ever step foot in the stark White House.

Well, now that you know what’s going on with me, don’t hesitate to let me know what’s going on with you.

Yes, I mean it,
Julia