Possum in my roof

I was up all night cause there is an animal in the panelling above my ceiling, trying to build himself a home. There was scratching, biting, gnawing and chewing and it's still going on. Either it is time for me to move out, or all that my mum said about the imaginary friends in my life, was actually true

Who's Hosting the Oscar Party?!

Because I want us to blog about it like this girl.

Guess who has two thumbs and won't be getting any sleep tonight?

This guy.

Sh*t got real

Tuesday I reported from a rally for Wisconsin state employees on the State House steps. The scene was Mass. union workers v. Tea-Partiers and there were copious amounts of fighting and spitting even before the rally. When I arrived, people were yelling in each others faces and bureaucrats were giving heated speeches- one of them actually called for blood. I left the craziness when people started throwing lit cigarettes.

Yesterday I reported from Downtown Crossing station where MBTA general manager Davey was set to meet with riders to hear feedback. Out of nowhere comes a displaced former Harvard Station juice vendor who demanded justice from Davey, saying his business was shut down for no reason and he is now homeless. The man was very frustrated. While screaming JUSTICE! JUSTICE! DEMOCRACY! the police escorted him away. I talked with his wife who returned to apologize. Sad story- I think officials actually might've listened if he went about it in a different manner.

So.. that was more action than I bargained for! I won't complain if next week is dull.

The Dungeon's Dating Woes....

After a long-distance relationship that failed miserably, I decided to look around online.

But, this is my most recent update.

Shrug.

FAVOUR-CON!!!!!!!! WTF

Dr. Suess Does Star Wars

My god, you all needed to see this...

(Here's a little peek)

Dungeon Grocery List

• coffee (desperately)
• tissues 
• tampons
• aspirin
• plastic cutlery (Starbucks is getting suspicious)

Failed titles for our blog

• Damsels in Estrous
• Dungeons and Notions
• Knights of the Dungeon

others?

What's in the dungeon?

It has seven computers. No six. Maybe five. It doesn't matter. There's always a free one when you need it. There a brown couch too, which could have been any colour to begin with but has been dyed by coffee spills and stains over the years.

There's a mini fridge, a coffee maker which has never been used, a microwave with a self-sustaining ecosystem of microbes housed within (hey- we're science journalists- we like microbes!), and a chair for every tired arse.

A printer, a photocopy machine, an empty closet and drawers full of stationery which none of us steal from- all have their own little cranny in the room.

There are a bunch of good books too. Dunno who reads them though.

And, there are eight women, fierce women, who guard the dungeon and the treasures within with fiery vengeance often emanating from badly-made chipotle lunches or hangovers. Sometimes both. They march the dance of death around the over-lit cave warming it with bursts of source-rejected frustration, guy-dejected tears and comic-infected laughter. They write science, eat at will, play drunk scrabble, and could rule the world if given the opportunity.

No I cannot give you their phone numbers.

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Surviving Our First Semester

Here's a picture of us with a few of our professors last semester. We are one third done!

New Podcast!

Anne-Marie and I just turned in a new podcast for our online journalism class.

Check it out here.

Adulthood

So, Wednesday was a big deadline day for all of us with our controversy papers and whatnot...  The STRANGEST epiphany came over me:
 
So, I sat there winding down slightly, having just sent off an article on the credibility of Wikipedia for a 4pm deadline...

I realized slowly that it was past 4:30, the day was more than half over, and I was sitting at the table, wearing a coffeeboob-stained sports bra and a pair of Nintendo boxer shorts.  I had interviewed a Harvard professor, one of the original Wikipedia editors, and two authors that morning, all sitting there like that. I totally hadn't showered, Hell, I wasn't even sure that I had brushed my teeth.

And all I had ingested since waking up at 9am was three pots of coffee and one piece of American cheese...  

Yet...somehow... magically... I'm considered an adult...WTF society?

(I feel more and more like the chick from Hyperbole and a Half sometimes...)

All smiles for some reason: the crew trapped in the COM elevator. From left: Jessica, Kristen, Emily, Mary, Arezu, Alicia, Anne-Marie (really!), and Hillary

At last!

The moment you've been waiting for has arrived - a collective blog from the BU scijo students. Whether you are friend, family, or random Internet troll, you will be amazed and delighted to read about the continuing adventures of a budding group of science journalists. Tremble with fear at our mighty knowledge! Laugh hysterically at our bloopers and blunders! Cry bitterly over our many failures! But most of all offer us the support and validation we so desperately need. Now...READ ON!