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| Four things:
I have a new phone and phone number.
My new number is 773.715.4389
I like my new phone very much.
I might be writing you from it right now. Fun!
Bye! | | |
| People that you and I love in pictures.  
...our night at the red zone. a mounted deer and a robert e. lee action figure. 
we're cute! even when I might have had a few drinks. just a few. 
there's a theme here. 
ridiculous. 
DEUCES!!! 
all good nights end at wafflehouse. 
oh my. 
deuces. part deux!! 
shhhhhhhhh. ------I've never seen the peace sign so much in my life. --------- 
baked beans?!?! you bet! 
I shouldn't play with my food... but I did. I made a creature. Can you see it? The lemon is the mouth! The carrots are the ears! Awesome, right?! (that's all to say... a trip to Savannah and not one picture of the wedding... ha ha ha) Hope you enjoyed! Miss miss all of you. Bye! | | |
| It seems like a P O S T is in order, don't you think? I know someone agrees with me. The whats, whys, whos, wheres, and whens: My favorite... WHERE: I am currently in my living room, it's cloudy gray outside, and the skyline looks like a ghost outside my window. It's warmed up a little (it says something when you're thankful for the 20s) and the snow is slowly leaving from our last big storm. In two days, however... I will be in Atlanta! You can probably guess how happy this makes me (answer: very, very, very, very) and you can probably guess how much I've missed Sarah (answer: a lot a lot a lot a lot). Other WHERES include: an architecture firm downtown (temp city usa), a van in a blizzard (from the last time I posted... we made it safe!), Matt and Seth's house (potlucktravaganza 07... I brought double cheeseburgers from mcdonalds, cut them up, and put them on a plate... they were gone in five minutes! mmmm, HORS D'OEVRES!), a tiny room on the third floor of a church in lincoln square (practice practice practice), the bus (to and fro), and the train (the same). WHO: I don't know how to keep this gimmick going. But I will try. I see my bandmates everyday, my roommate Mike, random temp co-workers (the latest? Ingrid seemed a little on edge and Dennis kept touching my shoulders... yes), Anna and Casey (when Casey doesn't have to work in the morning), people on the train who talk loudly into their cell phones, bus drivers, people on the bus who light up a cigarette while we're in transit, try to hide the smoke in their jacket, get yelled at by the bus driver, flick the still smoking butt over their shoulder while pretending it wasn't them, have other people start yelling at them including one particularly animated woman who shouted, "BAAYY-BEE! Nuh uh, you best not be smoking on my bus... I gots to get HOME!" still ignore the smoldering butt near their feet, make the bus stop completely, have the driver walk right past them without looking up, have the driver walk all the way back to put the smoke out, get glared at by lots of tired and angry Chicagoans except for one boy in his mid-twenties who has an astonished look on his face. Astonished, I say! WHAT: What? WHEN: this all took place from mid-February until now. WHY: Because I wanted to write it down! Because today was a good feeling... the last day of February. I hope this doesn't sound like a negative xangan comment (because I don't want to be a negative xangan, personally) but February has always been my least favorite month of the year. Since I can remember. This is the part of winter that always drags and it seems like I always get lost for a week or two. Seasonal Affective Disorder, perhaps? The extreme cold and the extreme gray and I just can't wait to see strangers' faces all lit up when the weather finally warms. It's a completely different world. And I really do believe the winter is beautiful, it can be beautiful... but by February I've had enough and the snow is dirty and Christmas seems so long ago and Valentines Day should be Valentines Week because then we could buy reduced price Hanukkah Menorahs at K-Mart and light them for each day and think of everyone we love in our lives and who we have to be thankful for and I think it'd be a much nicer way of getting through the gloom instead of having one day where you have to go to work anyways (!) and then go on a date (if you're lucky enough to be within 500 miles of the person who's always on your mind!) but you can't have a picnic date because it's too cold and I can't remember the last time I've really seen a patch of green grass which strikes me as unfortunate because I think a picnic would be the perfect way to spend your Valentines Day evening and I like the smell of grass. In conclusion: Valentines Week, picnic in a field, lots of jewish candles on your mantle. Not too much to ask. What I meant to say: I really enjoyed today because I made it, we made it (my northern bretheren and I). February is over and March is on it's way and then April showers and then May Flowers and then PILGRIMS! Maybe Thanksgiving Week? Turkey EVERYTHING? I have lost my train of thought. I should probably get going to practice, though. And I can't wait to get going to Atlanta. And Savannah! I've never, ever been and I hear... I hear it will do my frosted northern heart good. I can't wait. I also saw a woman on the bus today look down at her transit card, hold it up in the air, look at her friend, and then exclaim "SNIZZLE NIZZLE!" I have no idea what that means. Bye. | | |
| I am wearing a blue tie. I am sitting at a desk. I do not have a window seat. Today's adventures in temp-work find me sitting in at a law firm answering phones and doing reception work. However, as I learned this morning, the phone rings infrequently and guests are received even less. What I mean: I am being paid today to explore the vastness of the e-web. What that means: XANGA ENTRY UPDATE TIME! ----------------------side note: before I type anything else, I just had my first water cooler moment. I wasn't even thinking about it. But there I was, in my khakis, taking an ice cold sip from my styrofoam cup. And I realized: I'm hanging out at the water cooler. I think I kind of like this. And I wish I had coworkers to talk to about what they watched on tv the night before. This could be great!! (back to xanga) Why am I here with the attorneys and not with my cookie friends? In short, I quit. Which sounds bad. I worked two weeks and than put in my two weeks. But but but. Everyone was really friendly about me leaving and they all seemed to understand that: a more flexible schedule + less morning hours + much higher pay + more interesting/diverse jobs = well. it equalled me putting in my two weeks. I'll be temping much more often (like today's internet fest) and it already has been way more enjoyable. I just had to stop typing for a little bit while I worked on someone's affidavit and that was pretty neat. (by work on, I mean enter correct dates and update copies - but still... an affidavit! that's a little better than "clean out the chicken salad bowl," right?). So here I am, friend of the attorneys. Fun stuff. Tonight, the band was planning on leaving for our only mini-tour until May. I am not sure that I'm reading weather.com correctly, but if I am, I'm a little concerned that tonight's drive may be in doubt. We were going to drive to Pittsburgh after work but it's as if our entire trip has been outlined in white and purple. Not cheery white and purple. 12+ inches of snow and icy roads white and purple. Perhaps they ought to consider changing the map to black and red with icy skulls littered across the north. That could work, too. Or maybe even add a few huge arrows pointing down to Atlanta with the words "move here! move here! move here! WHY DON'T YOU PEOPLE MOVE DOWN HERE?" scrolling across in huge letters. What's been great lately (to take my mind off of the icy skulls): Sarah visited (!), I hung out with a guy named Ross (someone else did, too... they even hung out a few more times... now who was that?), I saved the Princess Zelda from the clutches of the evil Dark Lord Ganondorf while simultaneously restoring the twilight realm to it's rightful ruler, Princess Midna (BOOYAH!), I played a silver trombone for the first time (b-e-a-utiful!), I'm scheduled for another research study (fifty bucks to talk to an interviewer about my mental health!), Obama's running for president (go, Barack, go!), and I'm meeting making more and more friends in the city (it turns out that potlucks aren't just for old people). That sounded like a dig at old people. I didn't mean it! And now I can't wait to be old. I will attend as many potlucks as I can. They are a GREAT idea. So there. I think that's it for me, though. Stay warm if you're warm! Get warm if you're cold! Maybe I can find a stapler to play with. Bye! | | |
| ...but I did lose a bet once that forced me to shave my legs and leave hair socks!! And I'm not even going to use that as one of my six weird things.
It is a cold, overcast day here in Chi-town, USA.
Things that are new!
1. I have a job. I am selling gourmet cookies!! P-p-p-p-p-part time, of course. I was hired over the weekend by Solomon's Cookies - just a couple miles from my apartment.
double u double u double u dot solomonscookies dot com, if you want pictures! Mmmmmmm.... and they have a neat history, too.
I also am trying out different temp work. And in the city, you can apply to take surveys for cash. I just received a phone call letting me know I was accepted for a two hour survey next Thursday. They buy me dinner. I answer their questions. They hand me $125 in cash. I walk out the door. CRAZY!!
2. I will be in Atlanta this weekend. I hear there are puppies I need to meet.
3. Mike Chimento, my roommate, would like a girlfriend. E-mails including a short bio and headshot can be directed to mchimento@gmail.com. Serious inquiries only.
Things that are weird:
(here goes!!)
1. When I ride shotgun in a car, I'll look for watermarks or dirt smudges on the windows. That's not too weird. But once I find a good one, I will bob my head up and down to get the smudge to travel over telephone lines. It has to jump the pole and dip down back under the telephone line, only to do it again for the next pole. It wasn't until college that I stopped to think of what I must look like to the driver. (who am I kidding? I STILL do it all the time!)
2. When I played tennis, our coach told us that we each needed to find a word to motivate us. Like, if we were getting tired in a close match, we needed to have something to bring us back to a focus. Something to make our legs move quicker. Mine?
"C'mon!!!"
Which. Is sort of weird. But stranger, I still use it today. I used it last night when I was trying to figure out a powerpoint presentation for my temp job last night. When I'm driving late at night and am falling asleep. When I see my bus hit the bus stop a block away and I need to start running. I suppose there are worse words.
3. When I was in high school, I was addicted to pro wrestling. Not a joke. Worse, though, is that I actually tried writing for an online wcw (world championship wrestling, HELLO!) magazine. If you google "Bret Wallin" and any combination of "wrestling," "sting," "goldberg," "nwo," "canadian crippler," or "sid vicious," you can read it for yourself. They should warn kids: don't do drugs, don't bring weapons to school, and don't write pro wrestling articles during business computer class that will haunt you on google for nearly a decade.
4. To remember north, east, south, and west, I remember the phrase, "never eat soggy wheat." I don't know anyone else who says this.
5. My earliest memory - and this is cheesy - but I remember when I was really little and I walked out onto the porch by myself. I'm pretty sure it was early morning and it might have been a sunrise (but thinking about it now, why wasn't I cold? and where was my MOM???) but I sat down and I remember singing to myself. I looked at the sky and I sang. I don't know the song. I think I might have made up the words. But I watched the sunrise and I sang to myself and when I was done, I walked back inside. Pretty cute. A little weird. It was this memory, or when my parents caught me putting pennies in the light socket because I wanted to "pay the ticket-taker to get into the circus." For real.
6. I really, really would like to visit outerspace before I die. I know it costs a bazillion dollars right now, but maybe when I'm older it will be open to the general public. I hope, I hope, I hope. People have been looking up at the moon since the world began, and it would be pretty... special, I think, to be part of the first generation of citizen space flyers. And if I don't get to go, hopefully my kids will be able to.
What?? That's not weird.
Okay, and when I'm in space, I want to strike the heisman pose.
Not the dance, though.
Ok, gotta go BYE!
I tag anyone who hasn't been tagged! BYE! | | |
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