Sickzors
I've fallen ill. :C Super-frowny face.
I think I got it from Curtis. It's some form of coldish-fluey death-plague that's kept me home from work and all the shenanigans that were supposed to occur after work today.
Curtis is out drinking with Scott, a friend from work who--get this--is quitting his job to go teach in inner-city schools. Isn't that awesome! Curtis is really going to miss him though, so they're spending some time together. Then there's a party that I was supposed to go to with Curtis tonight that another guy from work, Brant, is throwing. But I'm laid up, and who knows when Curtis will get back.
I'm lonely. Aside from Curtis, I have no desire to have anyone see me in my disgusting state, or at least anyone currently living in the city of Chicago.
I've been passing the time by reading various things, currently I'm on Strunk and White, Elements of Style (because despite my love of literature, my grammatical skills are, quite frankly, appalling) and Bill Bryson's book on Australia, which is as delightful as anything he has ever written.
I'm also eating Ben and Jerry's, Vanilla Heath Bar Crunch to be exact, to stave off the loneliness. I knew this would happen--moving down to a new city, not knowing anyone--but I'm sad now that it is. Oh well, if I weren't sick I'd be out having fun. Right? Right.
In the meantime, I started my internship today, which seems like a bust. Grah. My boss decided to not come to work today and also not tell me, which left the harried and newly hired web editor to try to figure out something to do with me. I'll be reading political blogs throughout the summer and comparing them to In These Times' blog. I left early to come home and sleep, and I've been doing that ever since.
Here's a question for all of you who have lived in college settings. If you have a house of, say, six people and most of them move out for the summer, is it ridiculous to ask your subletters to handle the utilities for the house that you're no longer living in? Because that's what most of us thought upon moving out, but apparently our subletters have a differing opinion. Oh well, if they don't want to take care of, say, their water bill, I won't end up being the person without running water.
Can I pause, just for a moment, and ask: Girls, can we please, PLEASE stop being so obsessed with infusing everything with as much drama as is humanly possibly? I mean, I know guys play their part too, but lately it's just been slapping me in the face how unreasonable so many women are, just in the name of drama.
Anyway, enough bitching. I'm enjoying living in the city for the time being. I've discovered several wonderful things about cities. One is public transit. I don't have to worry about a car, or traffic. I just get on a bus and I get there. Also, thanking a late-night bus driver is incredibly rewarding. Another is the vast plethora of amazing people that live in such a small place. I have met a soccer player straight from England, a girl from Tennessee who works at a rock and roll memorabilia store, a spanish-American restaurant owner, several out of college, looking for what to do with themselves young adults, and many others. Just walking down the street I'm constantly fascinated. A city, in many ways, is like a forest.
I really, REALLY cannot wait to start at UIC in the fall. It's amazing how much I miss being in classes. I really love school, I'm realizing. Even after three years of straight classes, I still want more.
I hope one day I will be a professor. I think I'd be happiest doing that. :D
Anyway, enough of this ramble. Time to learn a bit more about grammar, and a bit more about Australia. Maybe also a shower. Definitely also bed.
I think I got it from Curtis. It's some form of coldish-fluey death-plague that's kept me home from work and all the shenanigans that were supposed to occur after work today.
Curtis is out drinking with Scott, a friend from work who--get this--is quitting his job to go teach in inner-city schools. Isn't that awesome! Curtis is really going to miss him though, so they're spending some time together. Then there's a party that I was supposed to go to with Curtis tonight that another guy from work, Brant, is throwing. But I'm laid up, and who knows when Curtis will get back.
I'm lonely. Aside from Curtis, I have no desire to have anyone see me in my disgusting state, or at least anyone currently living in the city of Chicago.
I've been passing the time by reading various things, currently I'm on Strunk and White, Elements of Style (because despite my love of literature, my grammatical skills are, quite frankly, appalling) and Bill Bryson's book on Australia, which is as delightful as anything he has ever written.
I'm also eating Ben and Jerry's, Vanilla Heath Bar Crunch to be exact, to stave off the loneliness. I knew this would happen--moving down to a new city, not knowing anyone--but I'm sad now that it is. Oh well, if I weren't sick I'd be out having fun. Right? Right.
In the meantime, I started my internship today, which seems like a bust. Grah. My boss decided to not come to work today and also not tell me, which left the harried and newly hired web editor to try to figure out something to do with me. I'll be reading political blogs throughout the summer and comparing them to In These Times' blog. I left early to come home and sleep, and I've been doing that ever since.
Here's a question for all of you who have lived in college settings. If you have a house of, say, six people and most of them move out for the summer, is it ridiculous to ask your subletters to handle the utilities for the house that you're no longer living in? Because that's what most of us thought upon moving out, but apparently our subletters have a differing opinion. Oh well, if they don't want to take care of, say, their water bill, I won't end up being the person without running water.
Can I pause, just for a moment, and ask: Girls, can we please, PLEASE stop being so obsessed with infusing everything with as much drama as is humanly possibly? I mean, I know guys play their part too, but lately it's just been slapping me in the face how unreasonable so many women are, just in the name of drama.
Anyway, enough bitching. I'm enjoying living in the city for the time being. I've discovered several wonderful things about cities. One is public transit. I don't have to worry about a car, or traffic. I just get on a bus and I get there. Also, thanking a late-night bus driver is incredibly rewarding. Another is the vast plethora of amazing people that live in such a small place. I have met a soccer player straight from England, a girl from Tennessee who works at a rock and roll memorabilia store, a spanish-American restaurant owner, several out of college, looking for what to do with themselves young adults, and many others. Just walking down the street I'm constantly fascinated. A city, in many ways, is like a forest.
I really, REALLY cannot wait to start at UIC in the fall. It's amazing how much I miss being in classes. I really love school, I'm realizing. Even after three years of straight classes, I still want more.
I hope one day I will be a professor. I think I'd be happiest doing that. :D
Anyway, enough of this ramble. Time to learn a bit more about grammar, and a bit more about Australia. Maybe also a shower. Definitely also bed.