Saturday, August 30, 2008

The Great Minnesota Get-Together

Yesterday, Wifey and I went to the Minnesota State Fair, where you can get anything deep-fried and on a stick. Before that we stopped at my work to get my paycheck. They begged me to work a few hours. I aid no like a selfish asshole, then later bitched about my check being less than my last one. After going to the bank, we were on our way to the fair, despite the fact that I realized I had not brushed my teeth. GROSS! Thank God for listerine strips.

Erin wanted to go to the Education Building, where I felt like a dumb-ass since I am a two-time college dropout. Still, we enjoyed the plethora of free crap, such as a free Bill of Rights fan from the ACLU people, a free Joe Mauer poster from Minnesota Health Services, and a free pamphlet from the Jewish History people. Of course, Erin lost the bag later in the day, so there went my plans of talking to my Joe Mauer poster on rainy days, as well as Erin's plans of using the cutting board we won in another building for playing Porktionary.

Then we were off to the L'Oreal booth. They had a red carpet on the way in and I was sad that we didn't have a camera between us. I felt kind of ugly in there because we were in line waiting for the L'Oreal Gays, but then one of them gave me advice and free conditioner samples, and then I felt happy again. Yes, we lost the samples too. On the way out, a L'Oreal Girl complimented my 'Tough Guys Wear Pink" shirt. I LOVED THE L'OREAL BOOTH. I wanted to stay there forever.

We met up with college friends of Erin's and went on rides. I swore a lot. Overall, I was in kind of a lousy mood because I was way too boy-crazy yesterday, and while it is always in a G or PG-rated way, I am so close to being that creepy old guy, even though I totally used Nair today.

I am going downtown to a lounge tonight, first shift tomorrow be damned.

Wednesday, August 13, 2008

news and notes

I've been working for almost a month now at Walgreens in North Minneapolis. On the surface, I do not regret my decision; a job is a job, and some money is better than no money, blah blah blah. I only hate it when I'm not there, to be truthful. When I am there, I love my clientele, I love the customers, but when away I just can't help but feel that someone who scored well above the highest national average of his ACT's and ended up getting into a rather difficult university is now working at a Walgreen's in the hood. For that, I have only myself to blame, and therein lies a bunch of issues that I just don't want to go into, because in the end I am the one who has to take responsibility for how my life has ended up, and I think that's what sucks the most.

My current scheudule leaves me to party it up downtown about once a week. Of all the times I've gone out and been drunk this summer, I have fucked things up. Among these:

*Losing my iPod
*Getting poison ivy
*Drunkdialing and later drunk facebooking random boys from St. Thomas
*Walking through construction sites and ruining my shoes
*Losing a really cute shirt
*Getting stiffed on cab fare by alleged Operation Iraqi Freedom veterans
*Being overly affectionate with cherished friends, leading to potential awkwardness
*Drunkdialing people who I had previously cut out of my life because their presence proved more toxic than helpful, now having to roll their eyes when they call me back

There's a lesson here, I'm sure.

Friday, August 1, 2008

What I've Learned: July 2008

*When drunk at an afternoon pool party, do not get in a car just because there are cute boys in it. You will get dropped off somewhere in Northeast Minneapolis, you will get locked out of your friend's apartment building while trying to get help when she is passed out and can't get into her apartment, you will drunk-dial someone in the phone she has with her but that isn't hers, you WILL end up drunk Facebooking this person like a jackass, you will get poison ivy walking through fields trying to get back to your suburb, you will find out that someone stole your iPod and your booze, and you will realize how much YOU LOVE SUMMER.

*You do not grow if you spend your entire life in your comfort zone, which is why it's okay that instead of working at the Walgreens in Moundsview where you could ring up Abercrombie models all day, you took the job at the Walgreens in North Minneapolis where the only white people you see all day are usually lost.

*Every now and then movies do live up to the hype. (Dark Knight)

*It's okay to go see a movie you're not crazy about if it means you get to spend time with your brother. (Awwwww) The movie was Stepbrothers, and Mary Steenburgen looks great for her age, even though she is 55 and in the movie she is supposed to be the mother of a 39-year-old.