(no subject)
I am currently sitting in the living room of my new apartment with my roommate Ari's laptop shoved in the window, stealing the wireless signal which occasionally drifts over here from the Hotel Orrington. I say my roommate's laptop because mine is currently very sick and at the Mac Doctor, which I'm pretty scared about. It seems like everyone's computer is breaking lately. Goddammit.
Anyway, I really like this apartment-it's on the fourth floor of a very old building in downtown Evanston, which means that I am becoming a very creepy voyeur because I can see everyone coming and going on the streets below. It also means that sometimes Ari and I are awakened at 8 in the morning by a sewage truck that sounds like a fucking jet engine landing outside our window. Oh well. At least it only takes me a minute and 30 seconds to get to Chipotle.
I found out on Monday that because I'm not work-study this year, I basically don't have a job anymore. I'm not quite sure how I feel about this. At first I was really disappointed, but then I started realizing how many other things I can do if I don't have to work 10 hours a week. The only thing is that I will feel like a HUGE mooch on my parents, but hey, what else is lead-free solder good for if not paying for philosophy textbooks. Also, if I win a grant for this internship that I'm doing, I get to take half of the money and pay myself a salary with it, so hopefully that will happen.
Anyway, I don't really have much to say because I've been boring and domestic all week. But this will soon change (I hope). Oh! Fowler at least will be interested in knowing that at 3 am the other night I wrote the McSweeney's "Dispatches from Adjunct Faculty at a Large State University" guy a piece of fan mail of sorts, and he wrote back that morning and said he loved my letter and it was the best one he'd had in months! So congratulations to me, I am a totally great internet groupie. Er.
For some reason I really feel like signing off by saying Peace out chumps. So I will, even though it's pretty embarassing.
Anyway, I really like this apartment-it's on the fourth floor of a very old building in downtown Evanston, which means that I am becoming a very creepy voyeur because I can see everyone coming and going on the streets below. It also means that sometimes Ari and I are awakened at 8 in the morning by a sewage truck that sounds like a fucking jet engine landing outside our window. Oh well. At least it only takes me a minute and 30 seconds to get to Chipotle.
I found out on Monday that because I'm not work-study this year, I basically don't have a job anymore. I'm not quite sure how I feel about this. At first I was really disappointed, but then I started realizing how many other things I can do if I don't have to work 10 hours a week. The only thing is that I will feel like a HUGE mooch on my parents, but hey, what else is lead-free solder good for if not paying for philosophy textbooks. Also, if I win a grant for this internship that I'm doing, I get to take half of the money and pay myself a salary with it, so hopefully that will happen.
Anyway, I don't really have much to say because I've been boring and domestic all week. But this will soon change (I hope). Oh! Fowler at least will be interested in knowing that at 3 am the other night I wrote the McSweeney's "Dispatches from Adjunct Faculty at a Large State University" guy a piece of fan mail of sorts, and he wrote back that morning and said he loved my letter and it was the best one he'd had in months! So congratulations to me, I am a totally great internet groupie. Er.
For some reason I really feel like signing off by saying Peace out chumps. So I will, even though it's pretty embarassing.