Tuesday, March 16
Quick catch up!: My August Austin trip was rotten, too much self evaluation going on since then, January Austin trip was bleh. Shit. I don't know if I want to move back there, anymore. Winter her blows, but what the hell am I really going back to there?
Goal for tomorrow: bike to work, bring a shirt to work on, try not to drink coffee, tell myself I'll be social with a few people... maybe.
I want to see Sherlock Holmes again.
Wednesday, August 5
A number of things suck except the following:
Austin next weekend, Whole Foods job in less than a week, Greenpeace is rockin it, and homemade yogurt parfaits.
I suck at updating. I just never care to.
Tuesday, June 9
Tuesday, May 26
Sunday, May 24
50 mistakes women make when having sex
Every girl should read this.
18, 32, 34 and 35 are quite something.
I'm a shitty blogger. I have projects I'm working on, and can't really wrap around the idea of me having pieces of clothing that I've created being in a fashion show, or even being sold in a local shop here in Chicago. I'll maybe post some photos of my work and more of a detailed description soon.
I also got a bike and I love it.
Wednesday, May 13
try giving them some coke
they won't remember the
color of your eyes
or what you whispered in their
but lay out some lines
and give them a matchstick
(to prove they are professional)
unlike a woman in love
they will return
and one must admit
that faith in any
better than the
indifference of deserted
and the one
Wednesday, May 6
Tuesday, April 28
Friday, April 24
Wednesday, April 22
I'm convinced that single children are the worst people to walk this earth. I can't remember having a decent relationship with any one I've met. Prove me wrong and I'll give you a nickel.
I'm getting sick, I can feel it in my throat and my head.
Jobs I would have if I threw all my pride and pussy tendencies out the window:
1. Stripper (but wouldn't every girl?)
2. Fast food cashier... did it back in high school, it blows.
3. Attempt to be homeless... they probably make more an hour than I do
4. Mexican who rides the ice cream bike around school parks
5. Cashier at a convenience store, sit behind "theft protection" glass and slide money under the slit.
6. Avon sales rep... fuck that shit.
7. Birth a child... sorry twerp, my body is more important.
Tuesday, April 21
Monday, April 6
My dreams have been ridiculous and intense. I usually forget them shortly after I wake up, therefore next time I should hit the blog (or notepad) as fast as I can after I've opened my little sleepy, gooey eyes.
Ahhh yes, I sort of remember this one. I was looking for a new place to live, and had to take the little girls I watch with me. I found this ridiculously huge apartment in a bad ass area of Chicago, and the man who owned it was hobbit sized, and blind. His eyes let out this scary white glare, almost as if the only white in his eyes were his pupils. But, none the less, he was sweet. My cat, Oscar, was coming along with us, and hanging out with the girls at their school park.
I went outside to get the girls after checking out this place, and there were Dr. Seuss characters talking with them. Gigantic ones, and they didn't look happy like I remembered. They were scary ass hell, with greepy "Grinch" grins on their faces, all of them. Even Cindy Lou. I quickly grabbed the girls and we headed to the place to check it out some more.
Oscar came in and gave the blind man some love, and then I was shown the place. I shared it with 2 other people, but the only thing we shared was the kitchen. It was $800 a month, but there was plenty of room for 2 other people.
My closet was huge, and he wanted me to wear this flower print jumpsuit that he said a clown previously owned. It was a little creepy.
There's my dream. I'm gonna brush my teeth and head to the coffee shop.
Friday, April 3
I'd like to say I have a large number of blog entries stored onto my computer, ready to be posted on the world wide web for all (or none) to read and think about for a few seconds before they browse through porn. Or maybe that's just my internet life.
This blog is supposed to be about my views and "life" in Chicago, so let's get to it. Here's something I wrote up sometime ago. I'll begin to include pictures once the weather stays decent for more than 2 days at a time.
Monday, March 2nd. 2009
I arrived in Chicago at about 3pm. I had it set to meet my roommate around 4, but called to tell her that I would probably be there a bit earlier. As I found my house, she was just walking down the street. I greeted her with a hug (shaking hands seemed odd at the moment) and she led me into the house.
We live in the basement of a house in Logan Square. Now, I am very new to the basement business. We don't have those around in Austin, so an underground fortress is a bit strange for me. I hadn't seen pictures of the place so I didn't know what I was getting myself into. We walked in and of course it's a small place, which doesn't bother me. I used to live in a 500 square foot efficiency in Austin, so this wasn't a shock. However, the condition of the place was a bit of a bummer. I knew my roommate wasn't the neatest person I had come across, but I was hoping for a little more than what I got.
Let's begin. The dishes were piled high on the drying rack (we have no dish washer, again, not a big deal, I hadn't had one in 2 years), and some in the sink. The livingroom was messy, with a beige, checkered couch that definitely does not fit in our tiny space, and a forest green recliner that is beat up quite a bit, but the cat, Dougal, loves it so she keeps it around.
The counter tops in the kitchen are a mess, just about everything is. She shows me my room, and there are random things on the floor and in the closet which she removed a few minutes after I was there. My room is tiny. Maybe this is normal for a basement converted into an apartment, but yes, it's terribly small.
The bathroom is a decent size, the shower curtain is plain, but luckily I had my awesome Black Bear Forest one to put up and add some character to it.
Hanson and I get to work unloading all of my things, which of course are mainly clothes. After pulling my wardrobe out of my car, we get to work on hanging up all of my clothes and assembling my extra wardrobe stand. We get everything in place in my room and then relax for a minute. My roommate peers in and comments on how much clothing I have, and how my room looks more like a room than it ever had... There was still no bed, no drawers, nothing. It amazed me that just by having a closet full of clothes and a shelf covered in movies and books could resemble a room. In my mind, I had miles to go.
Off to Ikea. We went to the one in Schaumburg, wow, what an Ikea. We bought my bed, mattress, baskets for clothes, trash bin, and towels. We then booked it out of there and headed to Chicago Diner. I hadn't eaten since 10am or something, and it was 9pm by then, I believe.
While looking for parking, I managed to turn the wrong way down a one way, and immediately attempted to turn around before I had even passed one car on the street. Of course, a cop caught me, and pulled me over. I rolled down the window and told him I had just moved from Austin about 3 hours prior and had no idea this was a one way. That did me no good. He took my license and insurance, and wrote me a ticket. I've noticed that Chicago police ride 2 deep, so the chubby
female cop, who I watched from my rear view mirror gerbal pack her face with food, then brought me my ticket, and told me I had to deal with the Texas DPS in order to take care of it. Appear in court (not happening) or pay the fine. Thanks, assholes. We finally made it to Chicago Diner and my worries went away for the time being. We sat and enjoyed our food, and got some cake to go.
We got home and attempted to sleep. On my twin bed. Yes, twin. My room is so small, anything else would have seriously taken up the entire room. Oh, life. I slept terrible that night, as I did the night before. My first day living in Chicago was quite an experience.