well, hello there.

Ask me anything   My name is Annie. I wear glasses and listen to a lot of Carole King. I love nature, good journalism, impractical heels and funny people.

Let’s talk about being #blessed for a minute

I know I have been tearing it up with the text posts tonight, but here is one last one to convey all the happiness I’m feeling so you all don’t think I’m angsty all the time.

I began my day in Knoxville. Last night I went to a concert and hung out with some friends there, then spent the night for a job interview this morning. The interview went well (I hope!!) and I made a quick trip to the Apple store and grabbed lunch (plus got a little friend closure) before heading back to Johnson City for work.

Tonight was my second to last night at my internship. I never liked local news at all, but this internship has been one of the best experiences of my life. Not because of the local news part, because of the fact that I love journalism and being around other people who do too. I’ve learned so much, made friends and connections that I want to keep up with forever and begun to understand the local news mindset. The reporter with which I’ve gotten closest bought me dinner tonight, which we ate before editing a package for 11 then running out to breaking news at 10. Afterward I edited a web story and put up some equipment. Everyone was so sad that I’m leaving them. It was a good night for work.

Then I headed home. Had a really great conversation with my mom on the phone, which is unusual for us. Got home around 12:30, changed out of my interview/work clothes and my dad asked me to go do something in the basement. HE IS BUILDING ME A FUCKING CHEST OF DRAWERS. My dad is actually a super good carpenter, but what. I’ve been searching for a chest to take to school for weeks. I thought I was going to end up with a damn plastic tub. And my dad is just casually building one in the basement.

I feel really loved tonight.

— 6 hours ago with 1 note

Picking up the free wifi in the parking lot of a hotel where a dude got stabbed.

JOURNALISM

— 7 hours ago

Thank god for breaking news: a memoir of my internship in local news

— 9 hours ago

Journalism either makes you really cynical or really optimistic.

You notice and appreciate the little things.

But the little things are stabbings….

— 10 hours ago

Today at work we’re working on a story on horses and a walking trail and I am wearing a long sleeve button down and a pencil skirt. BRB DYING OF HEAT STROKE

— 13 hours ago

Suddenly, I have a really weird feeling about this week.

— 2 days ago
oldtimefriend:

Brighton England 1960 
Photo: Frank Horvat 

oldtimefriend:

Brighton England 1960 

Photo: Frank Horvat 

(Source: greeneyes55)

— 2 days ago with 220 notes
goosberrye:

Boîte de nuit, Paris, 1956
photo by Jeanloup Sieff,

goosberrye:

Boîte de nuit, Paris, 1956

photo by Jeanloup Sieff,

(via idontwantrealism)

— 2 days ago with 138 notes