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What a weekend! I was going to post about my trip to Podunk, North Minnesota to visit friends in my old college town. I was going to tell the story about the seediest damn place I've seen in a long time, and how it hurts my heart to see people take beautiful historic buildings, gut them, and turn them into a meat market thinly disguised as a bar.

I could have told the story about how I finally found and purchased a vest (I've been looking for one for months. Harder to find than you'd think), after which I crossed the mall hallway to the Borders where I met Super J and Roomie (who had just gotten her eyebrows waxed and her forehead was an angry shade of red), and before my verbal filter could be activated, I shouted out, "OH MY GOD! WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR FACE!!" Yes, people stopped and stared. And yes, I was the Asshole of the Day.

Or I could tell you about how I got so completely drunk Saturday night, I'm still recovering (no joke!) and that I couldn't tell you when I got that intoxicated last. For some reason, when I'm drunk I feel the need to call my buddy Mr. California. I'm being escorted down the sidewalk by Super J and the Modern Hippy (they've decided it's time to call it a night), screaming into my Blackberry:

"OHMYGOD!!!"
"IMISSYOU!"
"YOUSHOULDCOMEVISITME!"
"IMREALLYDRUNK!"
"IMINBEMIDJI!"
"YOUSHOULDCALLME!!!"

And later, while on the phone with another friend,

"OHMYGODJYOURDRIVINGTOOFAST!"

Super J is in reality slowly turning the corner by the apartment, but when I'm drunk the whole world turns into a funhouse. The floor moves at unexpected times, and no chair can be trusted. Oh course, I'm not wearing a seatbelt, and the centrifugal force is enough to make me fall out of the car seat. How does one fall out of the seat in a Honda Accord? How is there room to fall out of that seat? I have no idea.

But my fun story telling mood has been sullied by todays events.

My car is broken. Like, uber-broken. Again. F&$@&% car. I thought the wheel bearing was shot, since I've already replaced two of those (one in this car and one in another) and I'm well aquainted with the dull roar it makes. So my grandpa's mechanic is taking a look at it, and in the mean time I'm driving my roommates boat of a sedan.

I got the call from my grandpa with an update this morning. Not only is the wheel bearing shot, but so are the timing belts, and the water pump, and other "incidental things". It's quite possibly $1,000 broken. I am not happy.

And then......

My boss took me back into his formal office to tell me that he couldn't offer me a job when the internship is over. Not for any fault of mine, but Corporate just doesn't have any plans to hire in this office any time soon. A poor disicion on Corporates part, if you ask me. But no one is. I did not go drown myself in the toilet like I threatened. I decided to take a long lunch instead. I didn't originally intend it to be a long lunch, but I got lost trying to find the Burger King. My life is so sad.

I'm trying to be optimistic about it all. Now I have the opportunity to update my resume and a reason to redesign my webpage. I'm thinking moving away from the flowery/lavender/birdie/girly theme toward something a little more mature/bold/lavender and wine red/steampunkish..... it could turn out way cool if I do it right. It'll be a more accurate rendering of my personal flavor of design, a blending of the modern and the antique.

Farewell, I'm off to the liquor store
-Alette


"We find no real satisfaction or happiness in life without obstacles to conquer and goals to achieve." -Maxwell Maltz