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|Wednesday, July 6th, 2005|
As of now, this journal will be friends only. If, for some reason, you are not my friend and you have been reading this, you can either a)decide that I might let you into the hallowed secrets of my life or b)go sadly on without my luminous light to guide your ways.
|Wednesday, June 22nd, 2005|
|Tuesday, June 21st, 2005|
So. After a car ride up to Appleton that was full of sleeping small children, a day spent looking after said small children, half of which was while they were asleep, and then a car ride down that was full of screaming loud small children, I think I'm headed for a well-deserved early bedtime.
Blech. I'm still trying to get the taste of Appleton out of my mind. Come to think of it, it's not Appleton that I'm concerned about, it's my house. More the contents thereof then anything else. I would seriously appreciate some time in that place alone, without my father or my sister. My mother is basically harmless, but the two of them keep attempting to interfere in my life in a way that I don't want. I'm sick of them, and through them, and sick of the house in general.
I think what bothers me now is my bed. For years I slept in a queen size bed in the guest room. I knew that part of the arrangement was that I would give up the room whenever company came over, because my room was the guest room, and that was the deal. I also knew that when I went to college, my sister and I would switch rooms as well as roles during company - I would always have my room to come back to.
Nice of my family to change the rules on me.
The bed needs to go. If I stretch, I can touch both ends of the bedframe, which is an older model, so it comes up where the bed ends. I can't just let my feet hang off, they encounter a tall, immobile piece of wood the moment I attempt to stretch out a little. Sleeping on my side has become a great new talent.
The ceiling also needs something done about it. My mother, at my sister's insistence, painted the ceiling purple with clouds. I could deal with this - it's not particularly masculine, but the amount of times I will have that problem in my room is practically zero, because my family scares away all of my friends. However, the ceiling is also studded from corner to corner with glow-in-the-dark stars. It's harder and harder to sleep because of the light that comes from these damn things.
The room is always unbearably hot. My family insists that this is because I run my computer too much, and I will admit that my desktop, when on, does operate as a furnace, a fact that works to my advantage at Hamilton, home of the snowy dorm. However, this occurance is not helped in the slightest that there is exactly one vent in the room, and it is right next to the window, where the shades cover it. Bright idea, designers.
The entire room makes me unhappy. But really, what can I do? I'm stuck with this family, with this room, with this house, until I get out of college and out into the real world, or until I bribe Kathryn's father to let me stay in one of the places that he owns somewhere.
There are indeed reasons that I prefer dorm life to my house, why I prefer anything to Appleton, why my family just aggravates the problem, or maybe the city aggravates the family. Whatever.
It's good to be out, even if it does mean dealing with small screaming children.
...I have no idea what brought that rant on.
|Monday, June 20th, 2005|
I have just finished reading the best book I have ever read. It is called The Shadow Of The Wind
by Carlos Ruiz Zafon, translated from Spanish by Lucia Graves, and you should all run out and by it and lend it to your friends. I'm not giving up my copy anytime soon.
|Saturday, June 18th, 2005|
What have I accomplished today?
-Slept until 12
-Learned Island in the Sun and Don't Let Go by Weezer on guitar
-...not much else
Wow, I feel so lazy. It's a bit of a bummer - because I know nobody here, Chicago is fairly dull. Maybe I should just spend a Friday night out there sometime.
|Friday, June 17th, 2005|
"You are so pure in mind and heart,
In aspect, too, so mild,
I wonder that you ever could
Implant your wife with child."
So I downloaded an extension to Firefox called "StumbleUpon". I've been addicted to it ever since. Amazing. This is from the Cynic's Sanctuary, and I'm quite amused.
|Wednesday, June 15th, 2005|
What I did at work today - download Firefox extensions including "I Will Not Fear", "ForecastFox", and "Instant LJ icon"
I'm a nerd.
|Tuesday, June 14th, 2005|
Aah...night of fun and baseball. I should do that more often. Thanks to KT for letting me tag along.
Of course, now it's seriously bedtime and I have a load in the dryer. Damn.
|Sunday, June 12th, 2005|
Ladies and gentlemen, Mr. Thomas Shoaf, in response to my question "How do you deal with a four-year-old's birthday party?"
"It takes a .50 cal desert eagle...with lots of ammo."
|Friday, June 10th, 2005|
| Best thing ever
Yah Chicago. I'm earning money, and I'm a big fan of the concept.
It also seems I "accidently" made off with my sisters copy of Songs For Silverman. And the accompanying DVD. Whoops.
|Wednesday, June 8th, 2005|
Free from parents, free from Appleton, free from Wisconsin, free from the sister, it's really a marvelous feeling. It's like I was doomed, but then somebody said "No, we're going to let you live". Interesting.
|Sunday, June 5th, 2005|
So here is the deal.
It took me a grand total of two and half days to decide that I couldn't tolerate my family any more - thanks for the advice, folks.
I will be in Chicago for the duration of the summer. I will have my weekends off and if necessary, I can come up here again. I will also have a week off in the beginning of August and a week off in the end of August.
There will be wireless internet where I'm staying, so expect to see me online a little more often then the pittance of late-night hours I've been putting in. If you want to reach me, either e-mail me or call the cell, the number of which I am not posting because I don't trust the net.
|Tuesday, May 31st, 2005|
I wake up early to renew my driver's license, talk to Tina, go to Heids, and have the day to goof off.
Of course my father has taken the car so I can't do these things.
...I need to get out of here.
|Monday, May 30th, 2005|
Spontaneity rocks. Eight dollars to see the Gin Blossoms? I'll take that.
|Sunday, May 29th, 2005|
Bit of a long update, for those of you who don't want to read about Chicago, skip to the bottom of the page where I need some advice.
Wow, a whirlwind few days in Chi-town. First a day and a half of driving, followed by meeting Katie at a street corner. After picking Esther up from the bus station, we went to the top of the Hancock building and toured a bit of Michigan Avenue. In the Tribune Tower, evidently, there's a piece of rock from the Edinborough (sp?) Castle, where Esther is from. She got a picture. Afterwards, we took the train to Naperville, chit-chatted, and decided what to do the next day. This was Tuesday.
Wednesday we piled into the car and went to see the Museum of Science and Industry. That was a fun time - a lot of cool stuff around there. After lunch, we failed to get into the Robie House because we were late, but we still managed to get some good Thai food. Afterwards, we drove up to the North side by Wrigleyville to watch Blue Man Group, which was amazing. Oh, and BNL fans? I now have been to the Bryant Street Theatre (it's right up that ladder, lady).
Thursday was a day of walking around the Loop. We went on a self-designed architecture tour (mostly designed by Katie and Esther, me being the uncultured Wisconsinite) and then went into the Art Institute. After some time there, we went, got Chicago style pizza (delicious as always) and took a train home where a bunch of drunk people had a cooler of alcohol on the train. The kids sitting across the way from us on the second level had a handle of Jack Daniels (or Capt. Morgan, I forget) in the girls' handbag, and they started pouring it into some of the cups they had with them. Quite an amusing train ride.
Friday, the last day with Katie, we went to the Frank Lloyd Wright Home & Studio, which was amazing. It's really fascinating to see how he developed as a family man and as an architect in his house. After this, we met up with some of Katie's city friends and went to the Lincoln Park Zoo, where the animals all die...or at least, that's the joke. After wandering around there for a bit and having some great Thai food, we said goodbye to Katie and were dropped off at my Piano teacher's daughter's house.
After a night in the clutter that is Tina Chang's house, we called a taxi for Esther. She is now off to Baltimore and I was now off to Appleton.
Start reading here, this is important.
After the car ride up, I was offered a job by Tina Chang. She's a doctor, and she needs someone to interview patients for her office, or somesuch. It starts at $12 an hour. In my off hours, I would help out with the kids, and also get paid for that. Free room and board, and away from my family.
It's also in Chicago.
I had set aside this summer to be the summer where I say all of my goodbyes to everybody by working around here. Honestly, though, this is too good to pass up. Amanda and Kathryn both think I should get the hell out while I still can. Any contrary opinions would be welcome.
Wow. Long few weeks.
|Sunday, May 22nd, 2005|
That's it then. I'm going back to Appleton.
What have I left here? A host of new friends that I will be happy to return to, a few people who I'm going to miss as they leave us, a few people I don't care to see again. A girlfriend.
Ah well. It works.
Tuesday through Saturday I'm in Chicago with Esther and Katie! This should be fun...
|Friday, May 20th, 2005|
GPA for this semester: 93. I do not have a grade that is less then an A-.
Rock. For this school, that's damn good.
|Thursday, May 19th, 2005|
That was surprisingly good. Of course, you can't fall out of a ditch (coughepisodetwocough) but still. Well done, Georgie.
I went wearing a cloak that my boss owns, and ended up on the local news. Which is amusing, because I'm so not local.
Work in 6 and a half hours. I think that it's bedtime now.
|Wednesday, May 18th, 2005|
I have a whole new respect for The Killers' song Mr. Brightside.
In the refrain-y bits, the song goes
"And my stomach is sick
And she's going to bed
And she's touching his
Right when they say chest, the song changes its rhyme scheme around. Had they not, what word rhymes with "sick" that a girl would be touching in bed?
I'm ashamed I didn't point that out.
Wow. A whole series of long-ass days. I probably won't be around much.
|Monday, May 16th, 2005|
Big ol' party here last night. While it was mostly sans alcohol, I did finally get rid of the Smirinoff in my fridge as six of us watched Eddie Izzard and played Apples to Apples. If you haven't yet seen Eddie Izzard...well, that will change.
Stayed up and talked to sis for a good hour after that. I'm really bad at falling asleep early. However, now I lowered Brian's bed, so it's now a couch. Victory is mine. Now I have a place to sit and read without falling over. If I get a single double for part of next year, this will be an integral part of the room.
Campus is now almost empty. It's like October break again.
I need to go and work now. It's going to be a long few days.