Drip. Drip. Drip.

I'm sitting on one of the Black Hole Couches in my apartment (named thus because once you sit down you will never get up because they're so effing comfortable) and I keep getting distracted by our dripping ceiling. Our neighbors upstairs have a REAL balcony (one you can actually stand on, as opposed to our 6-inch faux balcony) so we think the water is dripping from there. It's not even raining right now, so what is actually dripping I'm not certain. Our landlord is pissed because he can't fix it himself and needs to get professionals to do it. We just want to able to put away the cooler in the middle of the floor we're catching all the water with.

It's actually a glorious day and I should be outside, but I'm feeling pretty lazy. Taking a class is kind of stressing me out, as is my internship. It was so glorious not to have homework or deadlines for about 2 weeks there. Now, no such inner peace.

I went to the Farmer's Market this morning to do some interviews. WSJ profiles market vendors every Wednesday in the Taste section, so they wanted me to go interview a bunch so we can put profiles together in advance. I really enjoyed talking with the people. A lot of them were pretty eccentric, like the guy wearing a shirt out of the same fabric as a piece of cloth hung up behind him, a la Garden State. It made me pretty happy. Not gonna lie, I also like wandering around with my face and 'Wisconsin State Journal' on the same piece of plastic hung around my neck. Makes me feel pretty B.A.

I'm going to go meet Molly now. 3 phone calls and a voicemail later made me answer my phone and let her con me into laying on Bascom with her. Boooooo moving. Yay sun.

Could I have another week please?

So I didn't even get a chance to blog about the end of school, packing up, going home and spending time with friends and family....and now I'm already back in Madison!!!

The turn around was WAAAAY too quick. It seems like about 12 hours ago that I was picked up 2 hours late by one Nathan Marks and one Jesse Ayala, taken to Jiffy Lube because the oil in Nathan's car needed to be changed, where we discovered that I thought he was taking me to St. Paul and he thought he was taking me to Northfield and I was getting picked up, which subsequently didn't matter because we didn't have time to go to the Cities anyway because he had to be back for his sister's choir concert, so two pit stops later we arrive in Northfield, which turns out to be A Very Small Place, as expected, we arrive at his house which is completely adorable and A Place where Nathan Marks would live, we eat pizza his parents cooked on the grill and drink milk from a bag, then drive to Northfield Middle School for the Northfield High School Spring Choir Concert, which lasts two and a half hours, made more bearable by a running cometary of the concert by me and Jesse and the fact that the Northfield Choir is actually pretty good, then we meet the extended Marks clan that has come out for the concert, we finally start to head out of Northfield until Nathan decides we have to stop at St. Olaf to see one of his friends, we wind through the campus and park and say hi to his friend for 3 minutes and then get back in the car because Nathan correctly fears my wrath, we finally get on 94 heading north, we rock out to some preeeeety quality KDWB, exit onto Randolph, Snelling, St. Clair, Vernon and I'M FINALLY HOME. 6 hours later than expected. Not a big deal.

Karma: Nathan and Jesse can't get back onto 35 because all the entrance ramps by my house are closed. Muhahahahaha.

After all that work to get home, I spent a too-short week at home catching up. It was nice to see all the friends and do some STP things. I made a little money, went to MOA, got a pedicure, got my arm scratched....The only thing I needed was another week of it all.

Bunna and I had a good drive back, and roughly 5 hours after arriving my room is entirely set up.

Whew.

Initial Response: Lukewarm

So I've been waiting for 2 months to get my blog on nomadlife, since all my e-mail requests to join went unanswered. Finally, with a little help from this one I finally got a response. Of course the title of my blog is too long for a nomadlife address, by 2 characters, so music had to be cut from the web address.

I went through all the instructions, which actually weren't that difficult (I always expect things like switching the host of your blog to go wrong.) UNTIL I glanced at my new beautiful, nomadlife-hosted page and noticed all my links were gone! According to Molly, you have to change the HTML coding to add them, rather then the simple little adder thingy blogger has.

Can you say obnoxious? So true to form, while at work not actually doing work (my boss was playing solitaire), I created my links list from scratch (well, partially.) Still can't get the title to appear over it, but it's going to have to be good enough for now.

AIESECers are snobby about blog addresses. If yours isn't on nomadlife, you probably aren't cool. Well now maybe (only maybe) I'm cool but my reaction to nomadlife is definitely lukewarm.

Answer: Madison

Teresa -- Congratulations! We are pleased to offer you an internship on the features desk for this summer.

We had a host of really top-flight candidates, and it was, as it usually is, a tough decision for us.

But we're sure you're going to be a great fit for us.

Please reply to this email and let me know you're received it, and that you'll accept.

We'll talk next week about particulars.

Cheers!

Chris Juzwik
Features Editor
Wisconsin State Journal

Yessssss!!! Officially staying in Madison and interning here. And living with this one. And playing lots with this one...!!!!

My Mama was right. There is a reason Colombia didn't work out for this summer....

Where in the world will Teresa be?

Right now, I can't answer that question. But in 3 weeks I'll be able to!

Currently, three weeks from today, I could be:
a. right here in Madison
b. in STP
c. in El Salvador

Not knowing is kiiiiiinda driving me insane. I sent my AN to El Salvador last Tuesday, to teach English. The TN manager is checking to see if they will take me for just 2 mos. If not, I've decided I won't look for another TN. It is getting too close to the end to start looking for something else. I'd love to do a TN this summer and improve my Spanish, but it just seems like it isn't working out for a reason....

I've also decided that instead of studying abroad next fall I'll do a TN then, in Colombia. It'll get a better job cuz I'll have a lot more time to look and to be there. And, the 3 kids I babysit that are adopted from Colombia may be traveling there next spring, so we'd be able to meet up!

I'll be disappointed if this summer doesn't work out, but staying in Madison is sounding more and more appealing. A lot of my friends are staying so there'd be plenty of people around. Madison is glorious in the summer (the dock!) and I wouldn't go crazy at home w/ the fam.... My parents said I have to take classes if they're going to be paying rent for me to be here, so I'll probably take a Spanish phonetics class. I'm currently signed up for it in the fall, but it doesn't fit into my schedule very nicely. I'd much rather get it out of the way in the summer.

I also applied for Wisconsin State Journal internship for the fall and may ask to be considered for the summer as well, if I get an interview. So maybe I could do that, along with working at my current job part-time. I'd probably go insane if I did that, since I work there 10 hours a week now and do NOTHING. I'd consider getting a job in a restaurant just to make more money and have it be more interesting.

If I go home, I don't know what's going to happen. I could probably work at my job from last summer again, which I loved, but I'm not sure I want to do again. And getting up at 7:45 every day was NOT my favorite thing. I'd also probably get preeeeeeety annoyed with the fam and spend too much time with friends. Although this IS the last summer everyone will be home....

So basically, I have no clue what's going to happen.

All I do know is that my econ homework due tomorrow is NOT going to happen.