Molly, to answer your question I had to eat lunch with Mauro today, but I strategically sat next to Matt instead of Mauro so I didn't have to try and make boring conversation with him the whole time. Liz and Gwen: a little background on Mauro. He is another intern in package development that works a few cubicles away from me. He's from New Mexico and is name is pronouced Ma-[roll the r]-oh. Its hard for me to say and I have to say it all the time because he is constantly calling me and trying to get me to go out with him. When I say constantly I mean multiple times a night, and when I don't answer he calls my roommate Katie to see where I am. Its weird. And annoying. He drives a huge Ford truck with really tinted windows and and adds the phrase "and shit" to everything that he says. Example: I wanted to eat "and shit" so I went to the store "and shit" and bought food "and shit" for my apartment "and shit." He also drunk dialed me once to tell me about how he couldn't sleep and felt weird and was really hungry..."and shit."
I went to church on Sunday, and it was so good to be back around people that love Jesus. Maybe I'm reading too much into the stereotype, but it seems like there really is a difference between people in the north and south when it comes to religion. Sure, people in south are two-faced and hypocritical about religion, but at least they claim something. Not once have I heard any mention of church or religion in any sense among any of my coworkers or other interns. I've tried to mention things like "being involved in my church" when people ask what I do at Tech, but no one else has mentioned any thing. I'm not sure how to go about figuring out who believes what.
Anyways, after four weeks of not being able to go to church I decided I would just go on my own. I really wanted to find a place with Midtown-style worship, so I chose a church that looked, from the website, to be similar to Buckhead. I decided to go to the 8:30 service since I figured there were probably more people that go to that service alone than any of the others. I was terrified all the way there, but once I actually pulled in to the parking lot it wasn't near as bad as I expected. I slipped in to the back few rows and went relatively unnoticed for the whole service. The only thing I was dissapointed about was the lack of worship...only two songs in the whole service! But, like I said before, it was just good to be around other people with similar beliefs. I will definitely go again next week, maybe to a different church with more worship, though. I will see what I can find.
In other news, I am ashamed to say I have become addicted to the show Jon and Kate plus 8. There was a marathon last week when I didn't have much to do, and my and my roommate ended up watching quite a few episodes leading up to the season premeir. We invited a bunch of interns over to the actual premier, and now its turned into a sort of routine for everyone to come over on Monday nights. I guess its just a pathetic substitute for Big Bang Theory and How I Met Your Mother.
He's Just Not That Into You comes out tomorrow, and I am planning on buying it immediately. Molly, I will think of you at the proposal scene but I will not sob uncontrobally, don't worry.
Overall, I would say I'm at about a 5.5 on a scale of 1-10 of loving Cincinnati. Being away from Atlanta has taught me how much I really love it. Cincinnati has pretty much everything ATL does, except for the people. I just miss people ALOT. I forgot how annoying it is to constantly be missing people, you know? It takes a lot of energy. It sucks to constantly be comparing the new people that I meet to you guys and be always let down. Of course they don't measure up and it just makes me feel misunderstood and uncomfortable. [cue the shelley voice] I love you guys!
ps-I went back and read my Europe blog from last year (dont judge) and....
This time last year we were traveling from Florence to Rome, where we stopped and Sienna and everyone wanted to kill Dan for making them get off the bus with hangovers. Then we got to that Best Western and Gwen and Liz's room was the size of a refrigerator box. Good times!
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