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i had a pretty nice weekend. the weather was beautiful, and i was kept pretty busy.
friday i took my sister to the airport at 4:30am. after getting stuck in a little bit of traffic on the way home, i fell asleep for a few hours, and then i had to go to work. we had a s'more cookout and gave myself a bit of a belly ache. and i dug it.
saturday, i met pixy in chicago. we did a lot of shopping...and i did a LOT of walking. but i had a really fun time. i had a 25% off coupon at h&m, so i went there and found very little. i bought 3 black shirts, and then we went on our merry way. we had lunch at cosi, where they had some motown going for a little while, and i had the best sandwich in life. pixy brought me a black & white cookie from new york, and we shared it for dessert. she also brought me some cherry jam from the farmer's market, and it was delectable. when i was in ny, i wanted to bring jam home for my sister, but when we went got back to the area, it was closing down for the week. it was pretty sad. but anyway, after lunch at cosi, i had to run back to my car to put more money into the machine, and then we were off to nordstrom so pixy could buy the mother of all bras. after hanging around the westfield shopping centre awhile, we went to the other h&m to see if i could exchange my shirt. (i wanted a larger size, but they didn't have it at state street...so i figured since we were only a few blocks away from the one on michigan avenue, i'll see if they have my size there.) they didn't, so i guess i'll hooch it out a little bit. we parted ways after that, and i had a pretty long walk back to my car. i was going to take the el, but it was so nice outside. on top of that, i think that is the most exercise i've gotten in quite some time.
driving home was pretty nice. i had the windows down, and the sun was just setting so everything had that really wonderful orange glow. if gas weren't so expensive, i think i'd drive to chicago everyday just to see that orange glow on the buildings.
i spent the remainder of the evening with sarah & summer. we tried very hard to get rid of a pizza guy who kept asking us questions, and we were scaring ourselves into thinking that the noises in the house were ghosts...which i'm sure they were.
school starts in a week, and i'm not looking forward to it. my classes are going to be less than extraordinary. i'm not sure what i was thinking when i signed up for classes, but i scheduled an 8am class. why?
so i've been trying to think up things to do in order to fill up my last week of summer. today, i had to give suburban books all of my money, go to work, and then i got all dressed hoping that it would give me the desire to go out and do something, but by the time i finished getting ready, i was too tired to really do anything. i went to karaoke night at some crappy bar, and i called it an early night. i must say, the local bar scene is terrible. but what was i expecting?
tomorrow, i have to work at 7:45am, and after that i think i want to go thrifting. i haven't been thrifting in a while. and i mean thrifting. that includes driving out to the heights, merrillville, gary, and if i'm feeling really ambitious, i'll go to portage. but who knows how well i'll feel tomorrow after i get out of work. i also want to buy the new minus the bear album, which is fantastic. in order to buy it, however, i'll have to find a store that carries it--other than borders, that is. i'm not really in the mood to pay $20 for a cd. but it's so so good....so we'll see what happens.
later in the evening, sarah and i are supposed to do something. maybe we'll eat a huge dessert at leona's.
i had a really bizarre dream about ben gibbard the other night. in the dream, he and i ran away together, and he sang to me the whole time. then, he was supposed to play at mike's friend's girlfriend's (yeah, i know) birthday party at some park, but he decided to skip it so we could skip the country. it was really strange, and it was one of the dreams that you think are absolutely real until about 5 minutes after waking up. i don't think i'm allowed to listen to death cab before i go to bed anymore. (by the way, the new death cab cd is great. very mellow. good sleeping music--until you dream about ben gibbard and just feel embarressed to listen to it.)
i really do think that sometimes i'm a 13 year old girl.
friday i took my sister to the airport at 4:30am. after getting stuck in a little bit of traffic on the way home, i fell asleep for a few hours, and then i had to go to work. we had a s'more cookout and gave myself a bit of a belly ache. and i dug it.
saturday, i met pixy in chicago. we did a lot of shopping...and i did a LOT of walking. but i had a really fun time. i had a 25% off coupon at h&m, so i went there and found very little. i bought 3 black shirts, and then we went on our merry way. we had lunch at cosi, where they had some motown going for a little while, and i had the best sandwich in life. pixy brought me a black & white cookie from new york, and we shared it for dessert. she also brought me some cherry jam from the farmer's market, and it was delectable. when i was in ny, i wanted to bring jam home for my sister, but when we went got back to the area, it was closing down for the week. it was pretty sad. but anyway, after lunch at cosi, i had to run back to my car to put more money into the machine, and then we were off to nordstrom so pixy could buy the mother of all bras. after hanging around the westfield shopping centre awhile, we went to the other h&m to see if i could exchange my shirt. (i wanted a larger size, but they didn't have it at state street...so i figured since we were only a few blocks away from the one on michigan avenue, i'll see if they have my size there.) they didn't, so i guess i'll hooch it out a little bit. we parted ways after that, and i had a pretty long walk back to my car. i was going to take the el, but it was so nice outside. on top of that, i think that is the most exercise i've gotten in quite some time.
driving home was pretty nice. i had the windows down, and the sun was just setting so everything had that really wonderful orange glow. if gas weren't so expensive, i think i'd drive to chicago everyday just to see that orange glow on the buildings.
i spent the remainder of the evening with sarah & summer. we tried very hard to get rid of a pizza guy who kept asking us questions, and we were scaring ourselves into thinking that the noises in the house were ghosts...which i'm sure they were.
school starts in a week, and i'm not looking forward to it. my classes are going to be less than extraordinary. i'm not sure what i was thinking when i signed up for classes, but i scheduled an 8am class. why?
so i've been trying to think up things to do in order to fill up my last week of summer. today, i had to give suburban books all of my money, go to work, and then i got all dressed hoping that it would give me the desire to go out and do something, but by the time i finished getting ready, i was too tired to really do anything. i went to karaoke night at some crappy bar, and i called it an early night. i must say, the local bar scene is terrible. but what was i expecting?
tomorrow, i have to work at 7:45am, and after that i think i want to go thrifting. i haven't been thrifting in a while. and i mean thrifting. that includes driving out to the heights, merrillville, gary, and if i'm feeling really ambitious, i'll go to portage. but who knows how well i'll feel tomorrow after i get out of work. i also want to buy the new minus the bear album, which is fantastic. in order to buy it, however, i'll have to find a store that carries it--other than borders, that is. i'm not really in the mood to pay $20 for a cd. but it's so so good....so we'll see what happens.
later in the evening, sarah and i are supposed to do something. maybe we'll eat a huge dessert at leona's.
i had a really bizarre dream about ben gibbard the other night. in the dream, he and i ran away together, and he sang to me the whole time. then, he was supposed to play at mike's friend's girlfriend's (yeah, i know) birthday party at some park, but he decided to skip it so we could skip the country. it was really strange, and it was one of the dreams that you think are absolutely real until about 5 minutes after waking up. i don't think i'm allowed to listen to death cab before i go to bed anymore. (by the way, the new death cab cd is great. very mellow. good sleeping music--until you dream about ben gibbard and just feel embarressed to listen to it.)
i really do think that sometimes i'm a 13 year old girl.