ADD and Indecision

So, in an effort to continue putting off preparing for my interview in the morning (and trying not to look at my fantasy league again, for the fifteen thousandth time), I have been ironing, watching 24, reading Rolling Stone online, and mostly debating whether or not I should enter their stupid contest.

MTV and Rolling Stone are partnering to have a show where you can compete to be a writer at Rolling Stone for a year. I'm sure the competition is tight and I'm sure in an MTV sort of way it will be much more dramatic on film than in real life, but it's about the only contest I've seriously considered applying for.

Here's the myriad of dilemmas:

1. It's on MTV and I'm not saying this so everyone can compliment me, but I am way too goofy-looking for national television, especially MTV where every girl looks like someone from the O.C. or Laguna Beach. Even on the Real World they had attractive girls.
2. The application is 11 pages long and asks me to say who my biggest influences are, and include clips shorter than 500 words (Do I even have any of those? I'm a wordy bastard!).
3. I have to send in a head shot and a full-length picture, which goes back to the fact that they are looking for way pretty people.
4. I have to do a 5-10 minute video tape of myself talking about myself. I am not good on film and I'll probably say "um" a lot and "I guess" and then I'll probably talk for 10 years. And where the hell am I going to get a video camera in the next week?

But I would like to work at Rolling Stone and win over Matt Taibbi. And what 24-year-old punk kid doesn't want to live in NYC for a short period of time, before she has to settle down, get married and move to the suburbs to have bratty kids who'll grow up and do the same?

Anyway, what's an awkward girl like me to do? Comments are welcome, as long as they are in by April 19, so I have time to actually submit my stuff, should anyone think it's a worthwhile venture. And maybe I'm too old to do this. I don't even care what's on MTV anymore.

Now, I feel old.

Well, to procrastinate more and show that I have an attention deficit problem some more, let's talk about, hmm, my baseball league: I'm too nervous to gloat and most of the time the anxiety isn't worth it, but less than two weeks into the season, I am in second place and (I think) holding strong. It's hard work. I find myself cheering for teams I actually want to lose because I need the points (damn you, Chris Reitsma, for making me cheer for the Braves tonight...but thank you for blowing it yesterday while you were on my bench and letting me get the win with Worrell). If nothing else, I think I'm making Nate and my brother proud. And annoying all of my co-workers. Do you think it's too late for me to become a color commentator for baseball? I do have a face for radio and a bizarre love of useless trivia.

And finally, I know I've ranted once before on it and I know I'm wayyyyyy behind the times on this one, but I LOVE Chuck Klosterman. Why did it take moving to North Dakota (and him being from here, and being a former Forum employee) for me to recognize that this guy is freakin' hilarious and so good at pop culture rants? I love it. I'm even reading about hair metal bands that I have no interest in and I love it. Watch out, Matt Taibbi, John Dickerson, Tim Dickinson, there's a new journalist in town that this girl loves. Oh my, I know way too many political writers; thank you, Mr. Klosterman for bringing me back in to the realm of pop culture writing.

Anyway, since I'm the only one who's entertained by my thoughts, I'm going to hop in the shower, then read more of my snazzy book, and then maybe I'll finish up with these questions (just kidding, dad, I (mostly) did my homework!).

Oh! And for those of you who love words, especially dirty ones, here's a fun article from Slate magazine for you: click here.