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Yet another work article... lucky for me I got to do two!

Harmony

Near the southeast corner of Minnesota you can find Harmony. It’s a small town that strives to be progressive but is also home to highways built for buggies. Harmony boats their large Amish community with tours of homes and farms. These tours open up the opportunity for the townspeople to get the opportunity able to sell their homemade goods to outside sources. They specialize in making candy, quilts and exquisite furniture. The main goal of these tours is to educate visitors on the different lifestyle that the Amish have. The Amish farmland is also part of 60 miles of hiking trails that are in the area. The trails lead from the rolling hills to some of the most well known trout streams in Minnesota. One of the most recognized attractions of Harmony is Niagara cave. The cave consists of many unique fossils, a sixty foot waterfall and a wedding chapel. These extraordinary sights have helped make it in the top ten in the United States. Harmony is also progressing towards being more ‘green’ by trying to set up wind energy by next year. The town is hoping to set up 134 wind turbines which would make renewable energy for the whole county. Harmony is filled educational value and adventure. Take the time this summer to explore Harmony and all it has to offer.

Red Hot Art Festival
Stevens Square Park comes alive during the Red Hot Art Festival. The two day event features over a hundred artists of different medias and many local musicans. Some of the booths have hands on projects, such as screenprinting lessons, where visitors can show off their talent. The Red Hot Art Fesitval is June 6th and 7th. Go to www.redhotart.org for more information.

I cheated

I have set a new on the blogging stream. After much thought I have moved my rants else where. There will still be rants on here from time to time, by for the most part I'll be at...

http://unimpressiveranting.wordpress.com/

Thanks for dealing with me right now and my indecissiveness towards blogging.

Update: Tomorrow will be one month of not smoking, hot damn somebody buy me a drink!

Again with the....

I quit smoking last monday. Oddly enough the past 10/11 days now have been not only testing but pretty enjoyable. I might even be getting more positive on you. I do have a list of shit that I'd like to bitch about but I'm leaving work and it's friday!

I have problems

I've been in a debate for the past week of my life. You know trying to figure out who I am and all that, A.K.A. a lot of lonely drunken time. I came to the conclusion the other day that I may just be considered a hipster. This has been a hard fact to swallow. I hate hipsters, I have made this very obvious to anyone who might even bring up the fact. While disputing my non-hipsterness with a hippy friend over the weekend all they said was, 'yea, so, hipster hate other hipsters that's like a main qualification'. I usually take about 15 % of what my hippy friends have to take seriously, even less if their not exactly sober. For some reason (I could blame second hand smoke) it made sense. So I did what any concerned citizen would do and I went on Wikipedia.

"Hipster is a slang term which appeared in the 1940s. In the 1990s and 2000s it was used to describe young, recently-settled urban middle class adults and older teenagers with interests in non-mainstream fashion and culture, particularly alternative music, independent rock, independent film, magazines like Vice, Clash and Adbusters, and websites like Pitchfork Media.[1] In some contexts, hipsters are also referred to as scenesters.[2] The term is sometimes used in a derogatory manner, referring to someone who moves from trend to trend while claiming to be outside of mainstream culture."

So yeah... I'm going to come forward now and say that is me. I don't really read the magazines listed but the rest is dead on. According to Wikipedia I'm a hipster. No one ever questions Wikipedia. I wasn't really prepared for this news. I feel like if I was to call my mom to tell her, she probably wouldn't even care. Yet, I would just be left sobbing on my kitchen floor wondering why it had to happen to me.

For those of you who care

I have deleted Homeless Romantic. I did it impulsively, but it was a long time in the coming. There are a ton of relationship advice bloggers out there. I am not one of them. I started it to celebrate being single and go against relationships. Who am I kidding though? People die for love... people spend their whole lives looking for 'the one.' Since I'm in a pissy mood and I could be all sentimental about it since it was my first blog on here. I'll be honest for those of you who might stop by here for answers. I honestly was having difficulties for the past year posting stuff, okay. Now I can focus on bitching about my life and whining about indie music. I also started an art blog, for my personal art nerdiness. Keeping four blogs running is a pain in the ass and I know I can kinda make three work. That is all...

So, June, huh?

My little self decided in a brief haze of idealism that I was going to move in June. That's right. I have no god damn plan. I definitely have no money saved up what so ever. Yet, in my 'I'm going to take risks' buzz I put in my notice. If I would have stayed rent would have went up to 650, that's right people six-fifty in worthless American dollars spent per month just to have a place to keep my crap and sleep. I know not bad right? Besides the fact that I got mugged right outside of the place last summer and on Monday I found one of those syringe things outside of my door. Could be worse for Minneapolis though, I know people paying about two hundred more who could probably get raped walking to get their mail from INSIDE their building. Anyways, I'm a cheap ass and I can blame the economy for sucking right now. In other words, I'm looking for a cheaper place. I was surprised that I actually have options. Like people actually would want to live with me... besides my cat who has no choice what so ever. yet I am a anxiety ridden woman which makes me automatically not able to make decisions. So here's my options and why I think they would be a good/bad idea. I'm hoping for some sort of feed back here because I am at my wits end with my brain.
1. I can get a studio for less than 600. Now this isn't saving me "that" much. Yet, I still have my own space, just less of it and less money to pay. I would probably go crazy if it wasn't big enough. Yet I think i could maybe be content since I usually don't have people over right now and I'm skinny.

2. Living with my best friend. Love her to death but girls got problems just like I do. Living with her would cut my cost down to about 400 to 500. Although I am afraid that I will loose one of my few close friends. Also she is a little financially insecure and I think our schedules are too different. She's a homebody, I am really not. She works in the morning, I work at night. BLAH BLAH BLAH.

3. Living with three people that I 'know' but don't 'know' that well. This is just in case I really have no luck with the first two. It would be about 300 to 400, which would be awesome. Although I'm not sure I like people enough to live with three of them that I don't know that well. Especially if I'm questioning my ability to live with my best friend.

What do you think? I know, idealistically first choice is studio. I've never had roommates before though and I wonder if I even could. Anything people?

My music snob destiny

I've been on the path of music snobbery for far a few years now. I make fun of people who listen to bad music. I sigh sadly at people who have never heard the music I listen to. It's great. I don't want you guys to think that I'm one of those hipsters though just because I like good music. Oh, no! I liked the music I liked before it was popular. That's right I'm one of those people. Judge me, if you dare. Just don't forget I'm from Minneapolis and I'll cut you. Hipsters are fricking annoying and I hate being compared to them. I don't wear skinny jeans. I think those god damn scarves everyone and their mom wears are lame. I loathe Urban Outfitters. If I wanted to buy a shirt for 60 bucks why would I want it to be see through like almost all of their clothing. Sorry, I'm totally becoming the old lady who harms on the young folks. Anyways, I have decided to embark on the journey that is the "music festival". In particular the Pitchfork Music Festival. Now, I don't really want to be surrounded by hipsters. I do want to see some awesome music and enjoy some of the "perks" of the music festival, if ya know what I mean.
I've been wanting to experience the music festival thing for a while now. I mean possibly not showering for a few days! Being surrounded by dirty hippies and hipsters! Probably not remembering most of what happened! Crossing my fingers that no one gives me aspirin and it's something else, because that would be horrible...
I'm pumped as hell. Plus I found out today with all of my time off I'm almost at 5 weeks. Seriously, 5 weeks?! I've thought about just taking a lot of time during the summer anyways. Remember that mention on Minneapolis living? Yeah, it's the first god damn day of spring and it snowed a little today. Isn't that god damn nice?! I want to go experience the world this summer and what a better way then getting fucked up at some music festival?! None. I rest my case!

Who is watching who now?

I know everyone is getting pumped about the Watchmen opening on Friday, right? Right?! I was pretty excited for this movie at first. I went out and read the whole book in about two days. Then all of a sudden it become a big deal. All of you know all of that. I'd still like to see it in a way. I've already heard the debates of fan boys with their panties in a knot over casting and story line and blah, blah, blah. Who the hell cares anymore really? Is there ever going to be a movie that completely lives up to the standards in your own head when you read it? No. Get over it. I know I whined like a little girl when Choke came out and I rushed to see it. I almost cried in my sour patch kids over the slaughter of the ending. If I would have had any left I would have, trust me. You know they're not going to be able to live up to it all ready. How can they? All of a sudden Hollywood is going to produce a movie that lives up to a book? Bah! The movie hasn't even been even half as hyped as The Dark Knight until recently of course. I really will be one of the many going to see effects used not really judging off of the book. The inner geek inside of me is pleading for at least a night of drooling over visual effects. What do you think? Are you going to see it?

blob

I've been feeling like a blob lately. As in if you were to actually touch me I would just sit there and jiggle. Non responding to the actual touch of a human being. I don't think that it's the wonderful covering of snow still outside. I've tried ruling out the cold weather since it's been pretty warm, for Minnesota. I've tried ruling out the fact that I feel like a zombie. I'm not craving brains, yet, just the usual materialistic shit that usually makes people happy. Last week it was an outfit, next week I was thinking about maybe going somewhere would help. Like going anywhere will help something mentally disturbing me. I've tried ruling out the pure fact that I've been stuck in a rut for the past four almost five years. As I've drifted from job to job, still unaware of what I really want to do. The two year itch is starting to get to me at my current job. It's more of a thought that passes by me every so often. Okay, it's more of a panic, that I will become trapped if I stay for over that time limit. I suppose it's just everything starting to get to me again. I've been obsessively over thinking, trying to find one thing to really stick my problems to. Unfortunately at this point I can't just find one thing to stick. I hate Minnesota some days. I hate that my schedule has been packed so much that I haven't seen my family since Christmas. I hate that I have had less time alone to clear my thoughts and even just be alone in the past month. I hate that even though I'm stressed about so many things, including bills that I spend money on things I think will help. I hate that I feel the need to pretend to be normal even though I don't even know what that is anymore sometimes. I feel like screaming. I remember that every time around my birthday, which is on Friday, I've always felt excited. Yet this year I could care less. It's not like it matters anymore. It's become a bench mark of how long I've procrastinated making up my mind on what I want to do. I know that soon enough it won't even matter what day it is. It already has started. I no longer look forward to Friday's because I know that two days is not enough. I don't know what to do anymore and it's driving me insane. That's my life, how is yours?

sometimes i feel like screaming...

i hate you world!!!
i motherfucking hate you so much!
no, i'm not drunk. if i had more than a dollar to my name until friday i sure as hell would be later tonight. i feel like the world is just jacking off on me right now...

welcome to reality, there are free tissues in the bathroom to scrub the nastiness off of you.

blah... yet another article

A.C.E.S. (Athletes Committed to Educating Students) is a non-profit organization that offers tutoring and mentoring for urban youth in Minneapolis and St. Paul. Specifically, A.C.E.S. works with children in low-income neighborhoods. The students come to be in a safe environment after school and receive supportive mentoring, as well as participate in the fun and exciting activities. On a typical day, after finishing homework, they might head to the gym to shoot hoops as a way of learning about percentages. The students are encouraged to brainstorm about problems in their community and various ways to improve them. A.C.E.S. offers field trips to provide the students with opportunities that they otherwise might not experience. Strong relationships with professional sports teams present students with a chance to be down with the action. A.C.E.S. provides a much needed service to the community, and they are doing so with the highest standard of quality. They keep over 400 youth off the street and out of harm’s way by keeping them engaged in education. A.C.E.S. teaches young children that they have a choice in how they live their lives. It is reassuring to think that these students can receive positive attention from adult role models, and learn to show an interest in their schoolwork. Through Athletes Committed to Educating Students, children can have higher expectations for themselves and their futures, and learn to interact with each other in a positive environment. If A.C.E.S. is an organization that interests you, please consider volunteering. If you don’t have time to volunteer, please consider donating to A.C.E.S. You can find more about A.C.E.S. at their website: www.aces4kids.org.

Pride...

Using my last two dollars I purchase a can of generic cream of mushroom soup and a loaf of bread on the way home from work. Ten days until I get paid again. Ten fucking days. All of a sudden my struggle to get back to the city so quick after Christmas seems moot. I'm going to have to not smoke anyways. What do I have to show from my last check? Well my rent is in and my bank account will just be negative enough where they will take my rent check. I joked with the guy who rung up my measly food rations as I handed over my change. I told him I had more food at home, he said his food was about as sad as my purchase except he had tomato soup. I knew wasn't lying because he smiled like it hurt as he bagged it up. I guess I shouldn't complain. I've felt like a spoiled child for a while now. Organic food once filled my shelves and I smoked as though it didn't matter. As I listening to my friends bitch about their lack of money I went out and bought beers for them to cry into. I bought outfits for myself to keep up the illusion that everything is okay. I did all I needed to do for myself to make everything feel better. Now things may not be too bad but, I have to admit that things are rough right now. Trust me when I say spoiled myself I say it in a delicate way. I wasn't out spending thousands or anything! Maybe just a little more than I should have at times. When I woke up today I had the thought that I no longer want to be an adult. Times are too tough. I want to go back in time when my poor family was struggling. When there weren't bills for me alone to pay. Perhaps I just want to go back to when I didn't need to debate for 15 minutes over what I was going to buy with two dollars. My next pay check is suppose to be bigger. Some sort of pay increase was added, not a raise, an increase. Which almost worries me more. The company believes that in order to live we need more money, which is great when your struggling. I'm suppose to keep this fact hush hush since I was one of the only people in my area to actually get such increase high. I am one of the only employees that actually works so I guess that makes it even better. They recognize the fact that I work hard and deserve more money. I just kind of think it's funny considering the state that I'm in right now. I would pretty much do anything for the extra money promised to me in ten days. I even thought about selling some art online. Who is really buying art right now though? I would most likely make more money off of selling my soul or myself. I'm not that desperate but I guess we'll see what next week brings. I still feel like there is nothing worse to hurt your pride than having to buy a small bit of food with change knowing that it's all you're going to get for more than a week. With the wind in my eyes as I walked home tonight I that I'm lucky to even have this and that there are more people out there that are worse off than me. Which just made it hurt a little more.