<p>Good job, snoopy. I never took a permit test, but I did take driver’s ed, when I was like…15. Oh geez.</p>
<p>My drive test guy liked me. He had to. I almost hit someone 1.3 minutes into the test. I was pulling out of the DMV (DOL…?) parking lot. Whoops.</p>
<p>But I’ve told this story before.</p>
<p>I have to practice for my new job. At least the whole test part is over. Just 6 months and the road test left.</p>
<p>I vaguely recall someone telling me that before. Po’boy is a stupid name, though. And catfish is nasty.</p>
<p>I texted two of my friends and both of them texted me back with “grats.” Two separate people that have never met. Huh.</p>
<p>That reminds me of grits. I never tried them in Atlanta. Mostly because anything “corn-based” sounds kind of creepy.</p>
<p>Yes, jolie. I want to know what you think of the drrty souf. Because, you know, that’s the only way to say it.</p>
<p>Grits are just hot cereal. If they don’t make it right they get all watery and nasty. Actually, they pretty much are watery and nasty.</p>
<p>Ew.</p>
<p>Okay, I love Atlanta. It was really fun, minus all of the horrible travel-related things that happened on the way back AND all of the convention-based things I was obligated to.</p>
<p>Travel-based awful-ness: Our flight home from ATL was delayed for two hours because some girl puked in first class in the flight before us. Then we made it to our connecting flight TWO MINUTES BEFORE DEPARTURE! But, you know what they did? Closed the gate early. I gave the effeminate gay man at the gate the meanest look ever, and I tossed my boarding pass at him.</p>
<p>And then he got b-tchy at me and was like “Are we serious about this? I need to see ID” and I was like Oh hell no. But I gave him my ID anyway, and then I sat at the wrong gate for an hour venting to someone on the phone. That helped.</p>
<p>And then I filled up my water bottle and put it in my purse. Except the cap was unscrewed so 16 ounces of water emptied onto all of my electronics. My camera wasn’t working but it’s better now and just UGH. That was after like 10 hours of traveling and just…no.</p>
<p>More happened, but I’m depressing myself so I’ll go onto the convention-based stuff and THEN I’ll get to the good stuff.</p>
<p>So I made it out of 80-100 teams to my finals (top 15) and wasted a ton of time doing the finals round to not make it into the top 10. I was soooo annoyed, because we went to the closing awards session for nothing. Just…ugh. And my advisor decided to turn into a huge hag because my friend and I went to this semi-far off part of Atlanta alone and didn’t “ask” (but we texted her telling her we were going…).</p>
<p>But the good stuff! I did a lot of shopping. I love the people in Atlanta, they’re very sassy and loud and cliche. I only encountered one semi-creepy guy on the subway. Oh, I navigated the subway like a pro, but I did get separated from my group once.</p>
<p>Omg! I went to Six Flags Over Georgia on Tuesday and that kid was decapitated there on Saturday! Omgomgomg creepy. </p>
<p>Oh, but also, we stayed at a horrible hotel. I was so jealous of the other “students” who got to stay at 2/5 good hotels Ohhh geez. But there was a club right next to our hotel, except it was 21+ which was insanely annoying.</p>
<p>I want to go back to the dirrty south as soon as possible, and this time I’m going to a club.</p>
<p>That was really long.</p>
<p>There’s a subway in Atlanta? Huh.</p>
<p>I love subways. I rode them in Barcelona and Madrid, and they’re just totally rad. You get on, and go, and then you stop, and you’re there. It’s great.</p>
<p>It is great. Seattle needs a subway system.</p>
<p>I’m trying to think of southern things that would scare ccers. Hmm.</p>
<p>Biscuits and gravy? Unintelligible accents? Redneck clothes?</p>
<p>Hardly anyone had an accent, but I started to use it just for kicks. I said Are y’all in line? at Starbucks. They thought I was local. I think.</p>
<p>I reallyreallyreally want to see something Ludacris-related the next time I go. The closest was this guy with a t-shirt advertising some new album with Ludacris on it.</p>
<p>I think people with southern accents (especially men) sound less intelligent than people with other accents. They are probably just as smart as people from the North, but they just come across as slow and uncoordinated. I usually associate faster speech with higher intelligence. But then again, I pick up on the slightest nuances in the way people speak, and I way over-analyze speech. I can often distinguish between different towns’ ways of speaking, and that’s really splitting hairs.</p>
<p>Usually when I visit places, I try to pick up on the accent a little. In Tennessee, I didn’t really get the opportunity to interact with any locals, but in Spain I talked with locals all over the place. I tried to pick up the Castilian Spanish, even though I much prefer Latin American Spanish. It just gives me satisfaction in going somewhere. When I got home, I had to take time to realize that I didn’t have to say “grathiash” for “thank you” anymore.</p>
<p>Starbucks pssh.</p>
<p>
No. They really are slow.</p>
<p>Where did you go in Tennessee?</p>
<p>omgomgomgomgomg</p>
<p>whatwhatwhatwhatwhat???</p>
<p>Nashville and Memphis. It was one of those lame music group trips. Even though Spain was one of those lame Spanish Club trips, Spain totally blew Tennessee out of the water.</p>
<p>I noticed most of the food in Tennessee to be…not good. Is it just common practice for Southerners to cook vegetables until they become white and mushy? And who has ever heard of ruining good chicken by putting shrimp on top of it?</p>
<p>The supervisors did turn us loose on Beale Street, but now, that doesn’t seem quite as great as my little escapade in Sevilla. I ditched my mandatory small group and walked through the city myself back to the hotel. It was several blocks (about half a kilometer), and everyone was kind of shocked when I told them I did it, but walking through the city by oneself at rush hour is really fun. I’d do it again anytime.</p>
<p>It’s funny how you say the most obvious things.</p>
<p>Everything I say is obvious?</p>
<p>alright…no more omg,…sorry peeps</p>
<p>What was that for?</p>
<p>i thought iwas going to go to a party…</p>
<p>my parents sh1tted on that idea :D</p>