Friday, May 09, 2008

• Summertime in the Sticks

  Currently Reading 21: Bringing Down the House - Movie Tie-In: The Inside Story of Six M.I.T. Students Who Took Vegas for Millions By Ben Mezrich see related

  So, I'm done with finals
  and I'm completely moved back home.
  The stress of living with my family has already begun to take its toll.
  I've been home two days, and my parents are already bitching at me to get a job
  which I was going to do applications today, but it's not enough for them for me to get a job.
  NO, they don't think the jobs I'm applying for are "good" enough.
  What they don't understand is that we living in the fucking sticks,
  and there are NO "good" jobs for the taking,
  they are all already taken by people who have had them for twenty five years.
  I already have to drive twenty miles to and twenty miles from the place that I'm going to work,
  to get a better job I'd have to drive sixty miles to and from the place,
  and gas is way too damn expensive (nearing four dollars a gallon)
  for my minimum wage ass to pay for (6.25/hr).

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  Sorry for the rant, I meant to put something creative up, but this came out. It always happens when I come home. It's like I lose a couple hundred brain cells, (along with the ability to use proper grammar when I'm speaking, I swear to god, NO ONE in this place has any idea what the fuck subject/verb agreement is) and all I can do is rant about how much I hate it.....

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