Meat? No. Burrito? No.

Its been a while since I've written anything here. To be honest, I've been busy, and I haven't really felt like doing it. I've had a few life-changes lately.

First of all, I started at MATC. I absolutely, positively hate it. Its like high school v. 2.0. Seriously. There are lockers in the hall even. To top it off, MATC offers no extracurriculars except the newspaper, and you have to attend MATC downtown to write for them. There's nothing, AT ALL. I hate my math class, because the teacher treats us like five year olds. My English class is okay. My teacher is pretty hilarious. During his lecture on Wednesday he stopped mid-sentance to ask "Is there a dog stuck in the ceiling or something?" (there was a dog barking outside). It was pretty damn good. And the class itself should prove challenging. Let's move to my Tuesday-Thursday class. Speech isn't my favorite subject, not by a long shot. But the people in the class seem pretty intelligent. My professor, Dr. Ruth (Ruth Cimperman, not the sex lady) seems like a nice person. I love my psychology class though. Dr. Magner is really cool. He's pretty laid back, and none of the course material is new to me. The only qualm I have is his lectures. But that's a different rant.

Life change #2: I got a new job! I've got one week left at shitty Marshall's before I start at...STARBUCKS! I'm really excited. I have a cool job title now: Barista. Except for some reason, Eric thinks I'm a burrito. (He knows, hes just trying to be funny.). I'm so glad I can finally leave my shithole job and start fresh. Although I'm working with one of my coworker's brothers. I went to school with him in freshman year, except I really don't remember him. Apparently, he hates me. We'll see how that goes. Because, according to said coworker, he's like that to EVERYBODY.

And finally, I'm a vegetarian. Or at least, I'm desperately trying to be. My mom doesn't seem to understand that "I don't eat meat" really doesn't mean "I want a hamburger". She's making it really difficult. I understand that she's worried about my protien levels and all, but sheesh. For instance, we decided that tonight tacos would be a good supper, because I could make mine with no meat. But she refused to let me buy the vegetarian refried beans, because they would "taste different" (Mind you, she's never tried them). So I had to eat the ones with lard in them. Disgusting. I'm trying to be understanding of my family (they WANT their meat, dammit) but really, I think its gross. I'm nearly at wits end and I've only been doing this for like two weeks. I'm *this* close to telling my mom to only make meals for three, and that I'll buy and cook my own food. Ugh.

Its been crazy.

I got a new laptop though. That's a plus. :)