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|Wednesday, January 31st, 2007|
|What is going down?
Greetings, Friends! It's been a long ass time since I've posted. I must say that life is damn good right now. Here are a few reasons why (in no particular order):
1. I have a new job!!! I started in the beginning of Jan. I am doing the same stuff, just not surrounded by evil. I must say that cells look much more glorious (or rather, gloriouser) when a bitter supervisor isn't looking over my shoulder. Although, Herpes looks glorious in any situation. (It may sound gross to you, but seriously, I love diagnosin me some Herpes.) The new job is in Evanston. The lab is laid back and the people rock. They are a diverse, warm group of coworkers. Hooray!
2. Da Bears. Fricking Bears are rocking my mutha fucking world! I'm sooooo stoked! I dream every night about the game; we win every time. (And by "we", I mean the Chicago Bears, of course.) Anyway... Sunday can't get here soon enough! We'd better fricking win this game.
3. Joel and I celebrated our 1 yr anniversary in Dec. I still feel all giddy around him. I'm pretty much the luckiest girl around. Not only did I luck out with Joel, but he has this fantastic group of friends and family that have rocked my world. (Pssst... That's you guys.)
Here is a list of interesting tidbits from the last few months:
1. Joel and I were at OHM, a club in Wicker Park. He was still rockin the stache (his birthday present to me) and a reporter from SunTimes took our picture (we made it to the "society page"). The experience made me feel less than 30. Oh, and the photographer made a comment to Joel about the mustache making a comeback. If there is a revival, I hope Joel gets cred.
2. There is a man that I see on the el in the mornings. He doesn't have teeth and eats his bbq Fritos by sucking on them until he can gum chew and swallow. This process is intriguing and quite annoying.
3. Another dude on the el (who also eats chips for breakfast) rocks out to some painful music. The sound fills the entire car, despite the fact that he wears headphones. While I do appreciate his love for Prince and Michael Jackson, if I hear Whitney Houston belt out "I will always love you" one more time I might throw myself onto the CTA platform and end the agony. (Although I would have then died with that song playing in my head, so I guess I'll plan another end to the agony.)
That is all for now (my lunch break is over). I hope to update a little more often. Have a fantastic day! Current Mood: gloriouser
|Friday, September 29th, 2006|
I got two giant bug bites in Texas. If you mess with Texas their bugs will fucking getcha. I have 2 huge red welts (which spread down my leg) that itch like hell and I look like a freak. I should probably see someone about them, but they should hopefully go away. These arrived just in time for Joel's sister's wedding. His family will wonder why he is dating a blotchy weirdo.
I think that's it for now.
|Friday, September 22nd, 2006|
|I literally shit my pants. ...er wait ..is that right?
While listening to NPR discuss the details of a governor leaving office, a commentator said, "He literally took his gloves off". Waaaaah? The story had nothing to do with gloves. No mention of hand-wear of any sort. He wasn't a boxer leaving the ring to become a governor. Sigh. I was so disappointed in NPR.
|Sunday, September 17th, 2006|
I need to go to bed. Joel and I are going to Soldier Field early tomorrow morning (well early to me: 9:00)! Maybe this is the night before Christmas syndrome we've experienced as kids. Soldier Field does bring a similar excitement that Christmas does. I really hope we can buy tix tomorrow. I think we have Papa Bear Halas looking out for us. I have a feeling that we will watch the game inside the stadium after eating lots of free food from happy tailgaters. Ah football season. This is one of my favorite times of year. I will be legitimately (albeit pathetically) depressed if the Bears lose tomorrow.
Well, I'm going to lay in bed and with visions of blitzes dancing thru my head.
Good night all. I wish you a very Merry Football Sunday.
...sorry if this seemed incoherent.
|Monday, August 14th, 2006|
|New guilty pleasure. The guiltiest of them all!
I'm not really an animal person which is why I'm totally surprised to have spent an undisclosed amount of time on this site:
I'd call for a cease fire, but the war is just too adorable! Feel free to enlist your own kittens to fight the war on ugly.
Thanks, Steven Colbert!
|Friday, August 4th, 2006|
|That just chaps my ass, Part 1
I decided to start a new series covering topics that annoy the shit out of me.
#1 (of a never-ending series):
When a woman decides not to accept that she just isn't liked by another woman, and says, "She's just jealous".
This is such a frequent comment that is made by women. It is very damaging and assumes insecurity on the other woman's part when the truth is: "Bitch, you just aren't liked." Current Mood: amused
|Friday, July 14th, 2006|
|"Chicago Park District"
Yesterday morning as I was on the bus I witnessed a delightful sight. There was a tattered, shoeless homeless man walking down Michigan Avenue pulling behind him a large green trash receptacle labeled "Chicago Park District". The contented homeless man walked with a quick pace as he wheeled this newly claimed possession down the street. Bloomingdales, Stuart Wetizman and Max Mara served as a perfect backdrop for this scene. As I watched him, giggling to myself (and cheering him on: "stick it to the man", "dirtier parks for everyone"), I wondered what the hell he was going to do with the thing.
Later that day, a coworker told me that a large green city trash receptacle containing a dead body was pulled out of the Chicago River. My cute image of that homeless man and his satisfied demeanor was crushed. Did I witness a crazy serial killer? Was this a mere coincidence? Is it possible that he supplies the mafia with these garbage cans?
I can only wonder.
...and blog about it.
Sorry to those of you who read my myspace and live journal blogs. They can be redundant at times.
Have a wonderful day oh friends of mine!
|Monday, July 10th, 2006|
|Figured some shit out...
Awe yeah, for all 3 of you "avid" readers of mine, I have now made it possible for you to comment on my writings. Comment away, bitches!
...some might think that calling you bitches would discourage you from leaving positive comments. That's okay. BRING IT!
|Friday, July 7th, 2006|
|The most beautiful face in poetry
Joel and I went to a taping at NPR to see Daniel Ferry's farewell performance. I have never had the pleasure of meeting Daniel or hearing him perform. I was immediately drawn to him. His warm countenance stunned me from across the room. I have never seen such a welcoming face. His resting expression holds a simple smile and his eyes are so expressive and friendly. When I heard him perform, I was not surprised that his pieces were incredibly thoughtful and heartfelt. By the time the show was over, I had tears sliding down my cheeks as I had to say hello and goodbye to quite an amazing man. It felt silly to be so taken aback by a stranger and I'm glad to have met him even if it was ever so briefly.
|Friday, June 30th, 2006|
I met my mom at the Taste of Chicago today. She is hilarious. Apparently she has found this FREE and super-secret parking spot near Grant Park. What I find so funny is that she refuses to tell me where this parking spot is. Uh... I don't have a car. When I go into the city, I take a bus. But, this information is so top secret that she will not reveal it even to her first born. I was informed that maybe she'll tell me one day. What?! My own mother is keeping these vital parking spot details from me. Too bad she doesn't drink. I'd get her wasted and find out just where this spot is.
...but why do I even want to know about this spot? It is useless knowledge. I'd be under the family pact and unable to reveal it to any of my car owning friends, so the info would be wasted on me. What else is that woman hiding from me?? I guess I'll never know.
Maybe she's worried that I'd blog about her secrets. hmmm. She might have a valid point.
|Thursday, June 29th, 2006|
|Why I see hip replacement surgery in my future
I have what I like to refer to as “balance issues”. I trip and fall at least once a month. One minute I’m walking and the next I’m in a heap on the ground wondering what happened. There must be a reason for this behavior other than my own clumsiness. I don’t know what I did to piss gravity off, but she’s a bitch and certainly finds perfect moments to send me flailing to the ground. Some incidents of note:
- Falling down stairs while making eyes at a guy at a Ryan Adams concert. At the bottom of the stairs I saw that my drink had spilled down the back of an innocent man. He was sympathetic, but a girl in his group gave me an evil death stare that insinuated that this was my clever way to hit on her man. (NOTE: I'm not that clever.) The guy who I was eye-flirting with never talked to me.
- Tripping in front of a very busy Wrigley Field. (My knee bled all over my cute white skirt.) I was helped up by a guy selling peanuts and the program guy handed me pieces of my phone.
- Falling to the ground in front of a hospital. A man on an ambulance stretcher yelled to ask if I was okay, to which I responded, "Yeah, are you?" The woman who helped me up gave me a huge hug afterwards.
Current Mood: contemplative
What I find very interesting about my many collisions with the ground beneath me is the reaction from lookers-on. The last time I fell (holding banana crème pie) a woman rushed over and repeatedly asked if I was okay. When I replied, “Yes, I’m fine-I trip and fall all the time,” she looked at me as if I didn't realize the seriousness of the situation. As I walked away, I could hear her say, one last time, "Are you sure you're okay?" This reaction has come from many a bystander and has given me a desperate urge to see what I look like as I crash to the ground. I am a tall gal with long arms and imagine that these arms desperately flap about trying to whisk my body into the air and out of danger. Maybe my facial expressions are full of fear and dread. I don’t know. I do hope that when it’s my time to go and my life flashes before my eyes, I get to witness some of these priceless moments. That or maybe someone can follow me around with a video camera and catch me in the act.
|Wednesday, June 28th, 2006|
|Raindrops on roses...
It was pouring down rain this morning as I left for work. Stormy commutes are soooo frustrating due to fewer buses, crowded streets, and bitchy ass commuters. I think what frustrates me most about traveling to work in the rain is the inability to enjoy it. I LOVE STORMS. I love wet, matted hair sticking to my face, raindrops dripping off of my eyelashes and what is better than a passionate kiss in the rain? Romantic side note: When Joel and I were first dating, we were walking to my place while it was snowing. It was late and sooo quiet. The only noise that could be heard was the muffled sound of snowflakes landing on each other. In that serene moment, Joel pulled me into his arms and kissed me, tickling me with the snowflakes dangling from his eyelashes. It was such a perfect moment. There isn't a day that goes by that I don't realize how lucky I am.
Back to discussion already in progress:
A warm summer rain makes me feel like a little kid again. I love it. I miss jumping in puddles and coming home to hot tomato soup. I love listening to the thunder and watching lightning pierce the sky over Lake Michigan. When we were kids, my cousins (Gabby and Dan), my brother and I used to sleep out on their screened-in porch during storms. It was the best feeling. We'd scream and laugh with each loud clap of thunder, daring each other to go outside. Every once in a while the local 3 legged dog would wander around in the rain, which made me so sad (on many different levels), but now I understand that the dog must have loved the storms as much as we did. To this day, sleeping during a storm is one of my favorite things to do.
But this morning, I let those grumpy ass commuters quiet the child inside, and I've been regretting it all day. Current Mood: nostalgic
|Tuesday, June 27th, 2006|
|Nails on a chalkboard
My coworker eats with her mouth open which creates these slurps and smacks that are utterly disgusting. I'm at my desk twitching when each potato chip is crammed into her eager mouth. Just when I think she's finished her meal, she gulps down water. It's like sitting next to a cow. I like her, but this is so irritating. ARGH! Current Mood: irritated
|Friday, June 23rd, 2006|
Okay, so because I'm a geek, I decided to look up information on the sloth. One website said, "The sloth is not lazy, just slow". Now I want to know why we have to be politically correct or emotionally sensitive to sloths. Come on. Is there some campaign led by the rare and allusive 4 toed sloth that is pushing for a more relatable characteristic?? I mean, what is laziness if not slow? I realize you can be slow without being lazy, but in the world of a sloth, the animal is lazy. I will no longer exhibit sloth-like behavior because I am not going to be ashamed if I'm behaving lazily. Sloths-you're dead to me. Current Mood: contemplative
|Thursday, June 22nd, 2006|
I am bored. I don't do well being alone in the sense that I become a total sloth. I have lounged around my place doing nothing all night. No laundry, no fun outside, no cleaning... Sloth. sloth. sloth. Not even one of those cool 3 toed sloths. Just a sloth with no toes. Actually, that can't be right. I mean a sloth without toes would have a reason for not doing anything. I'm a fully toed sloth with not desire to use my 3 toes. Or maybe I'm a sloth who isn't even aware of the number of toes I have because I'm too damn lazy to actually look. ...ah I'm lost in the analogy and now I want to paint my toenails. This is just an effort to try and distract myself from the fact that I am doing absolutely nothing. Blah. Current Mood: eh...
|Monday, May 15th, 2006|
The daughters of my parents' friends were in a terrible car accident. The mother was the first to arrive on the scene and, being a nurse, worked on her daughter until the paramedics arrived. She wasn't able to save her daughter. She died. She died in her mother's arms 2 days before Mother's Day. I can't imagine the pain and guilt her mom must feel. Of course she did all that she could, but I'm sure she feels that she should've been able to do more. I know I would've felt that way. It just breaks my heart. I can't imagine the pain the family must be experiencing. A parent should never have to bury their child. I hate that Ivana's last image of her daughter's life is of her mangled child struggling for life. I ache for that family.
This is something that has been on my mind ever since I heard about it, and am still sorting out for myself. Not something I really want to talk about. I guess LJ is the best medium for it. Current Mood: somber