well, i had my grad school interview this evening. overall, i think things went fairly well. the alum interviewing me couldn't have been friendlier. i looked respectable, i think. i wore black slacks, a cream sweater, my black pumps - i looked, i dunno. i looked like a republican. i don't think i came off as an idiot, which was my lofty goal. we chatted, we laughed, i feel i articulated why i want to go to the school and the specific new media program in particular and that i have the experience and dedication to do so.

but there's one problem.

in the process of talking about new media and online journalism, the interviewer asked me if i ever read these "blog things." yes, i admitted happily, i do in fact read blog things. i think they're great. oh, he asked me, well, do you have a blog? i hesitated for one second, and before i could find the presence of mind to outright lie, i blurted, yes, yes, i do have a blog. ah! he said. would you mind sending me the URL to your site? i really would like to read more blogs and see what they're about. SURE! i smiled through clenched teeth. you can read my blog!

and thus the alumni interview is expecting me to email him the URL of my blog. by tomorrow or monday.

shit shit shit shit shit.

how can i have this guy read my blog? he's an alum of what is probably the best journalism school in the country. he is judging whether or not i should be allowed into the hallowed halls of his institution. he wants to know if i have the presence of mind to be a fair-minded, intelligent journalist. i'm not sure how much weight his input will have on the application process, but i'm pretty certain it's not going to help me if he reads huge entries by me, bitching about everything and nothing under the sun, frequently mispelling things, showing my terrible partisanship, and just plain being stupid.

if he comes to this blog, he is going to see nothing but...crap. from me. (not tommy's posts; those are great, and i'm tempted to pass them off as my own.) this blog is all inanity, profanity, insanity. it's nowhere near respectable, and certainly my ranting and raving doesn't show any capacity for intellectual journalistic endeavors.

so, dear readers, in my state of panic, i turn to you. what do you think i should do? wait a few days before i send him the URL, hoping that he's already sent off his impression of me to the school? delete all the terrible, stupid, celebrity-centered posts, no mind the hours it would take me to purge the site of them? bump up some of my more writerly posts from months ago, hoping that he'll only look at the first few entries and not browse the muck that is the archives?

please. this is my hour of need. and in the spirit of interactive writing/jouralism/blogging, i am asking for your input.

by the way, this post will self-delete in 48 hours.

"The Supreme Court has ruled that they cannot have a nativity scene in Washington, D.C. This wasn't for any religious reasons. They couldn't find three wise men and a virgin." - Jay Leno (may god and tommy forgive me for quoting him.)

if you read this blog, you more than likely just received an invitation to the O Street holiday party. you better come.

if you read this blog, are not a creepy internet stalker, and did not receive an evite to the holiday party, click here. you can come, but really, only if you're not a creepy internet stalker. seriously. let me know if that link doesn't work for some reason.

our holiday party is only the beginning. that particular weekend, i have four, count 'em four, holiday parties to go to. thursday: my company party. friday: our O St. party. saturday: tommy's company party. sunday: a friend's family's party. as much as i love the holidays (it really IS the most wonderful time of the year!), i'm getting a little scared. i can only hope that i don't projectile vomit eggnog everywhere at some point.