June 13, 2008

I’m in love with Minneapolis by now, I think I was after that Loring Park episode actually. But yeah, it’s awesome. I’m just lonely as hell since all the friends I had in elementary school… they don’t live around here anymore. And those that do are kind of living here because they’re in jail or they dropped out of school and live with mommy and daddy. But that’s my only problem here. My best buddy is my brother, and then my cousin Leah who takes me to live music shows, though I don’t really like live music, which is weird since San Marcos and Cedar Park are both so close to Austin, the live music capitol of the world. Oh well.
Anyway, so June 13. Went to work, yada yada yada, I am not liking it, this whole features and only features deal is getting old. I think this is after I covered the landscaping deal and some other one, I don’t know, but I’m not really pleased. They aren’t really teaching us about editing, which thanks to my Facebook friend, and one of my least favorite professors at Texas State, I won’t mention her name since I have a feeling you will show this to her, but she was my editing prof, I should probably get some help with. But whatever again. I’m good, I shouldn’t have gotten that D anyway, she is a terrible teacher. Moving on. Plus I’m having a hell of a time finding a job, nobody wants to hire someone for such a small amount of time, unless it is a total crap job, which I don’t want. Parking is $7.50 a day, gas is up near $4.00/gallon. I’m starting to regret this idea, though not really since I do still love Minneapolis and it is very good that I know that. Shitty beer is $4 at the bar too, by the way. I don’t go to the bars here very often.
Oh, and Texas State better not dare ask me for money after I graduate. Having me pay for an unpaid internship? Are you freakin crazy? I begged my boss to just let me work totally for free, I don’t need the credits, I won’t get the money, whatever. But he said that would make me a slave and would get the company in trouble, so no go. But anyway, I wasn’t planning on this crap from the beggars at Texas State, so money is very much an issue right now. All I want from Texas State is my diploma, and then I don’t want to hear from this school ever again, I’m pissed. That’s twice I’ve been screwed over when it came to classes and money (everyone in Costa Rica figured out how the school screwed us over by telling us we needed Spanish 3 and 4 only, not 1 and 2, but not telling us how to go about getting that done. Study abroad. That’s how. Texas State doesn’t get money though, so they won’t advertise that. I had the hardest time with Spanish at Texas State, and it killed my gpa. I’m not happy. Thanks for nothing there Texas State). Anyway, so there’s my anger towards Texas State. I held back because hey, I’m turning this in to Texas State, and I haven’t quite gotten my diploma yet. But I hope they know that the anger is in my head, as well as the Costa Rica kids’ heads.
I told you this memoir would be more for me, and I would write it like that, only holding back in my choice of language. Don’t get mad Texas State that I am calling you out Texas State.
Moving on. So June 13. My brother has a bonfire with his neighbors in a group they call Eppferhor, which they joke (?) could run against McCain and … well, as my sister-in-law and brother call him… the antichrist (Obama). They make me sick there by the way. How incredibly ignorant, and they just parade it around and teach their kids this, my nephews.
But there’s the bonfire, their neighbors and I fight about politics, though eventually I lose interest with the help of cinnamon schnapps and the realization that I can’t win, no matter what. But it was still fun. It’s good to know my brother can have fun. His friends also decided that I had a few accents that I switched up a lot, though I clearly didn’t mean to since I couldn’t call them up on cue. They said I had a Texas accent of course, a Minnesota accent, and here’s where it gets confusing… a British accent (I was in England for 3 days back in 2004), and … a “Cali-girl” accent (I’ve never been to California…). Whatever. Weird. They ended up not being the only people to hear all of those.