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No cupcake is ever worth THAT LINE. Unbelievable.
No, I did not see Barry Obama on the 4th. But I did skip church to watch the parade go down Constitution Avenue! Unfortunately, God cursed me with the worst heat and humidity in the entire world. I still have the red neck to prove that the sun obliterated everyone who has pinky mouse skin, like yours truly.
We spent the rest of the day wandering around the Folk Life Festival at the National Mall and took naps and played games under the trees in front of the Capital. Pretty swell.
Meg, looking beautiful and approving of the heat. Me, looking sick and melting.
You can't see him, but man-baby David Archuletta is singing the national anthem in this picture.
Haha, I take the worst pictures. It was a lot more stunning in person, believe me.
There is an outdoor movie festival every Friday night in the Rosslyn area of DC and this summer the theme is 90s movies! Over the summer classic masterpieces such as Clueless, Happy Gilmore, and Office Space were shown. A couple months back (yeah, I never blog), I finally went with some friends not knowing which movie was playing, but with 90s movies, how could you go wrong?
Well, it went wrong. Very, very wrong.
Out of all the potentially great movies they could have shown, they played the movie that probably plays on repeat in Hell: BIO DOME. Starring Pauly Shore and Stephen Baldwin. Ugh. Pauly Shore movies are the worst and yet I spent my entire childhood watching one after another. Blame it on Comedy Central for playing Encino Man every Saturday afternoon for seven years straight. Somehow, though, I never had the displeasure of watching BIO DOME until that unfortunate Friday night at the park.
I didn’t laugh once. I never even heard a chuckle come out of the audience. Even the people who were obviously high sitting behind us knew it was bogus. I think we all hated ourselves at the end for staying the entire time.
Not even the beautiful scenery could distract from Pauly Shore's douche-baginess.
At least Meg and I got to fulfill a childhood dream: kissing Kevin McAllister.
If I am going to be completely honest, I am going to have to admit that I had absolutely no life plans past this internship in DC. Normally I would have freaked out and kept myself awake at night stressing about my seat on the unemployment train come fall time. But this year has taught me that if I keep calm, carry on, and explore any potential opportunities that come my way, things always work out.
And that’s exactly what I did.
Thanks to my bff Craigslist, I was fortunately impulsive enough to apply for a job on a whim that I thought I would never get. After a few days and a 2 hour long phone interview, I was offered the job! For the next year I’ll be working as a speech technician at a couple of different charter schools in SLC. Utah, you ask? I know, I know. But believe it or not, I’ll be glad to see those snowy mountains outside my window everyday again.
That said, I need to find some housing. Although Craigslist did me a solid and led me to a sweet job, it’s doing a terrible job leading me to a room in a house/apt that is not occupied by gay men, lesbian women, swinging couples, U of U students who “love the herb,”19 year old sluts, or uptight 30 year old LDS women. Finding normal people to live with is a NIGHTMARE, so if anyone knows of someone who needs a roommate, send me their way!
