It's Friday, I'm in Love

Isn't "Friday I'm in Love" by The Cure fantastic? On a completely unrelated note, I guess I'm (aren't you proud of me, Sean!) now a blogger. Blame it one being home alone on a Saturday night while my parents get wasted at a graduation party, but whatever the reason...here we go...

Summer 2008 has been completely uneventful, which is both a good and a bad thing. I REALLY worked my ass off a school all semester (12 whole credit hours!); now we have summer...and I don't even have a real job. I don't need one. I started a pet sitting business in 8th grade that now brings my family an extra $30,000 dollars a year. I've taken over the family biz for the summer, and I get to walk around outside with dogs and then come inside and play with them some more (I can't stay outside too long because of my freakishly pale complexion. I got terribly burnt one afternoon at the pool even with SPF 50 sunblock on...I know, I know...anything after 45 supposedly doesn't work...blah blah blah). This job is quite fantastic. There are the occasional blips on a blissfully clear radar, such as a dog throwing up on my bed, me having to chase a dog into my neighbors' backyard in nothing but boxers and a white t-shirt, and the way in which my face swells up five times its normal size whenever I am around cats. While most of my friends work grueling hours at jobs they don't care about, I get to play and be a kid with a group of friends who find it completely normal to lick my face or stick their nose in my crotch. In short...pet sitting is amazing...fuck jobs/internships.

On the other hand...I'm beginning to get a bit stir crazy. Being in and around my neighborhood for a good majority of the day is starting to irk me. I can only take my mom screaming, "DID YOU PUT YOUR DAMN SUNSCREEN ON!?!" as I head out the door to walk dogs so many times before I want to rip her head off and shove it up her ass, screaming back, "SEE ANY DAMN SUNSCREEN IN THERE!?!?!" But this feeling is a rare one, and if it is the only problem I have with my job, then I need to quit bitching. Plus, I should love to be outside in my neighborhood; it's actually very pretty.

Last summer I workd at SciTech, an interactive children's museum in downtown Aurora (aka my hometown). I was fired, and it was one of the best days of my life. I worked numerous hours as an "explainer" of the exhibits. The only problem was that the exhibits needed no explaining, as there were instructions on every single one of them. I usually filled up my days hiding in the basement, stealing my boss' food out of the fridge and eating it alone in unoccupied rooms, sitting in the elevator with friends and chatting, standing up and looking important whenever the elevator was called (which was rarely), or making up excuses as to why I had to leave early (I once told my supervisor that I had to leave because my cousin was in, and this cousin had a brain tumor, and we were taking said cousin to Chicago because we didn't know how much time we had left. Yeah, I was that desperate...). When I chipped my tooth at the bottom of a swimming pool (I was drunk on expensive brandy!) and needed emergency dental surgery, I was fired for requesting to get off of work. Long story short, I could have it worse this summer. Much worse.

I love my friends. Seeing them every damn day proves to keep me sane, and it truly makes me love being home.

That being said, I really fucking want to visit U of I, too.

This whole blog has been contradictory, but I don't care.

Good night. I'm going swimming.