It's official. I am getting off my ass and back into blogging, people! I'm not sure why I took so much time away from St. Pauly Girl. I think I've been sort of censoring myself, which is weird because I wasn't aware that I came equipped with a censor device. I've never used it before which is probably why I didn't know how to turn it off once I accidentally tripped it on.
Quick life update for you. I'm still in school for radio. I still love it. Radio, that is. What I don't love is the 99% moron/loser quota of students that go to my school. I don't want to come off like a total megalomanic but every day I'm amazed at the level of low-life that is enrolled in my program. And this is a program full of people who actually think they deserve to speak to the masses through the radiowaves. I am truly frightened by this, every single day.
For example, and this is coming from an older gentleman in my class, when doing an assignment in class which involved writing a commercial for an insurance company (or something...I can't remember the exact details of the class...you'll understand why in a minute) a classmate said "I just have a problem with obese people. They should be required to have their stomach's stapled. Then they can stop costing the insurance companies so much money."*
Um, I can't bring myself to discuss it further. Let's just say, I no longer even pretend to be nice to this person. I've eliminated him from the list of people I acknowledge as existing on this earth.
That's just one example of the population. The rest of them, in general terms, are busy contributing to the air pollution epidemic just opening their mouths at all. Not a single class goes by without hearing at least one comment from the following categories: A) racism, B) sexism, C) sexual harrassment, D) illegal drugs, E) miscellaneous offensive statements. At this point I struggle to allow this verbal diarrhea go in one ear and out the other without leaving a stain on the muscle in my skull and have allowed myself to play the role of Stuck Up Bitch. I've resolved to the fact that being looked down upon by this sort of person should be viewed as a compliment. Stuck Up Bitch I am, then.
With that said, I do still LOVE my classes. I just got down with Digial Audio Production and Radio Commercial Writing which were awesome. I no longer listen to radio for music and/or ramblings of various on-air personailities, but I tune in for the commercials which I critique harshly because I think I can produce a much more superior product for the radio commercial waves. Next quarter I'm back in the studio where we'll focus on news broadcasting, along with a news writing class with my favorite insructor, Radio Dale. The best thing so far is that every quarter I feel more and more confident that I'm in the right business. I'm starting to really be able to see myself doing these things, like, for real, outside the walls of the BC dungeon (location of the radio program at the school).
Outside of school, there's a lot going on. St. Pauly Boy is finally home after a five-week stint flying between the West Coast, home on weekends, and the East Coast. He was home for a total of 9 days in March. This takes a toll on both of us. Between him being gone so much and the shitty ass fucking weather we have in Minnesota, we have decided that a Big Move would be beneficial when I'm finished with school. Before you freak out, it's not a final decision, but is something that makes a lot of sense for both of us and quite frankly, we both want it at this point. The Big Move would of course be to Southern California. Let's go through the Pro/Con list, shall we?
Pros:
- Opportunity for growth for SPB's career
- Lots of radio jobs for SPG
- THE WEATHER
- Relief on SPG's Seasonal Affective Disorder
- Living together full-time (what a concept)
- The weather
- We already have friends in the area
- The weather
Cons:
- Missing family
- Missing friends
- Cost of living
- Anaheim Ducks
The first three on the list of cons can be taken care of through travel and upgrades in salary due to the availabiliy of good jobs for both of us. So that leaves only one con, being the Anaheim Ducks, which we will handle by going to the Wild/Ducks games in full Wild gear each time. This is our last season with season tickets for the Wild, at least for a while. The family as a whole decided to save some money and take a few years off. So I'll already miss my Wild if we move to CA but at least I won't be sitting under a palm tree or laying on the beach being jealous of my dad and brother braving the frozen tundra from the parking ramp to the front door of the Xcel Energy Center. They won't be going to the games either! This helps. So, basically, we have a plan for the con list.
The only other con I would add, which I'm hesitant to do at this point, is starting a family. Oh lord, can you believe it? We've been talking about having a baby. I know, it's crazy. The Big Move would probably put that on hold for a while, which is ok with me. I'm ready, but it would probably be smarter to wait till I'm done with school, have a job, stuff like that. But as everyone says, you can always wait until you're "really ready" but the longer that lasts, the more excuses you will find to just keep waiting. So, we're resolved to the fact that if it happens it happens. We'd be ecstatic if it did but if it doesn't, it doesn't. I guess you could say we're not NOT trying. Yes, that does so make sense. I do have to say, it would be harder to have a baby once we make the Big Move. If we stayed in Frozen Hell, at least I'd have my two moms around (who are freaking out with anticipation of becoming Grandmoms) to help out. But then again, it's not like they can't come stay for a while. And what the fuck, am I not strong enough to handle a baby on my own? I think I could kick Motherhood's ass. I mean, I always have Squab as a virtual guide to kicking Motherhood's ass. Along with South St. Pauly Girl and Jen who are the best mom's I know :) In other words, yes, it would be difficult, but it'll be difficult no matter where I live, so I can't use it as an excuse to stay just because I'm scared.
So, there it is. My status in a nutshell (i.e. long-winded blog post). Thoughts? Comments? Think I'm crazy? Tell me about it.
Xoxo,
Gossip Girl, I mean, St. Pauly Girl
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*This is actually a little paraphrased but the concept true. The statement in it's entirety lacked any form of gramatic substance, it was hard to pick out the exact sentiment he was trying to make. But I got it.
