Saturday, June 30, 2007

I am Officially Abroadcentric

abroadcentric (adj):
A word I made up to describe people who go abroad for an extended period of time and come back pretentious and annoying. An example sentence someone who is abroadcentric would say: "Now that I've gone to a different country, I'm obviously more open-minded than you and therefore smarter and better."

Fortunately for me, while the majority of my good friends went abroad last semester, almost none of them came back abroadcentric. Truth be told, it was made up as a joke I would tell at parties as I would accuse my globetrotting friends of being (gasp!) ABROADCENTRIC whenever they spoke of their travels. It wasn't because I was jealous or insecure, it was more because I'm an obnoxious asshole who always needs to have the attention on me. But while this abroadcentric affliction hasn't gotten to most of my friends, after traveling around Italy for three weeks, it's gotten to me.

Yes, my friends, I am officially abroadcentric.

So what does this mean? Basically, it means that I think I'm better than you because I took a seven hour plane ride and went to a country where I only knew how to say "good evening" and "what is your name?" It was a learning experience, and I've come back self-important and enlightened.

All right, enough- that's a big JKJKJKJKJK.

But I understand abroadcentric a little bit more now that I went away, and here are my feelings on it: it's not that you wouldn't understand my experiences (what's there to understand? Jet lag? Seeing hundreds of churches? Aggressive European men?), it's just that I don't know how to begin telling what happened on the trip because so much happened. I could go through my journal and pictures and dictate what I did in chronological order, but it really wasn't about what I saw most of the time, it was about the overall feeling of this amazing experience that I was lucky enough to have. And I was only gone for 3 weeks. The people who went for a semester or a full year have that feeling times a hundred. At least, I'm assuming so.

I mean, I actually did see the Pope and get blessed by him so I kind of have a higher authority and all, but I can only speak for myself. So let me just say that if I could sum up my abroad experience in one sentence it would be: it freakin' rains a lot in Italy.

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Friday, June 29, 2007

Summer jobs!!

I realize that I've been an awful blogger and have been extremely lax in updating the old blog, but I have an excuse: I was in Italy for three weeks. But if you're stalking me (ahem, Jeff), you'd say something along the lines of, "But Amanda! You've been back from Italy for two weeks!" I'll admit it, I suck. I had many plans for the blog, as so much stuff happened in Italy that I need to write about, but sleep and work got in the way, as usual. But never fear, entries on the Great Pope Caper, bug infested rooms in Venice, horseback riding in Siena, and standing under umbrella-ellas are in the works. As of right now, though, I'm working, because hey, three weeks in Italy ain't cheap, and right now, I'm, um, how you say? Flat broke. Too much gelato. Whatever.

For the remainder of the summer, my life is very much like the drawing to the left. Office drone? Yes. But the good kind of office drone, as always, at good old Righteous Babe Records. I'm doing stuff that includes (but is not limited to) MySpace! Mass Mailings! Answering fan mail! Making executive decisions! We're in our new location at the church Ani bought and renovated, and it's a really cool space- but I can't help but thinking that while we were all miserable in Italy, going to church after freaking church, I am now working in a church. Is God trying to tell me something? Probably. Who cares?

Also- I believe that I'll be heading back to the Country Club kitchen for my ninth and final year as salad wench and pastry bitch. I am so excited.

Hopefully, I can build up my bank account enough so I can waste it all getting wasted during muthafuckinnnnnnnnn senior yeaaaaar.