red sky by morning?
Just some minor updates:
-Grades came in. Well, 75% of them. Two A's, one B. That B was for my biological psychology class; the one I never bought the textbook for. Whoops. My grades are still pretty awesome, so I have that going for me.
-Found a new apartment, four blocks south of where I'm living now. Oddly enough it's also the top floor of a building that overlooks a cemetery. This time it overlooks Graceland...which is supposedly the most haunted in Chicago...(or at least the most haunted place that's still accepting new bodies to this day.) It's also a stone's throw from a 7-11...and a small plaza that has every sort of ethnic mom-and-pop dining establishment possible. Yes, that has proven to the true key to my happiness. Food. Om nom nom.
-Working long hours...meaning no social life...meaning living vicariously through the books I read on the train. I recently started re-reading Lolita and I'm falling madly in love with it. Didn't really stick with me at first but I'm certainly feeling Humbert's initial frustration. Amazing what re-reading books does for you, eh?
So yeah, you guessed it, I'm in another one of those "moods" again. It's times like these where I just get really drunk off plum wine and listen to Kate Bush's "The Man With the Child in His Eyes" on repeat. I know there are a million reasons why I should be happy right now. Maybe I AM happy and just don't know it.
Aaaah. I love how I write entries like these to cheer myself up but end up putting things unnecessarily wrong with my life under the microscope. Back to the bottle I go.
-Grades came in. Well, 75% of them. Two A's, one B. That B was for my biological psychology class; the one I never bought the textbook for. Whoops. My grades are still pretty awesome, so I have that going for me.
-Found a new apartment, four blocks south of where I'm living now. Oddly enough it's also the top floor of a building that overlooks a cemetery. This time it overlooks Graceland...which is supposedly the most haunted in Chicago...(or at least the most haunted place that's still accepting new bodies to this day.) It's also a stone's throw from a 7-11...and a small plaza that has every sort of ethnic mom-and-pop dining establishment possible. Yes, that has proven to the true key to my happiness. Food. Om nom nom.
-Working long hours...meaning no social life...meaning living vicariously through the books I read on the train. I recently started re-reading Lolita and I'm falling madly in love with it. Didn't really stick with me at first but I'm certainly feeling Humbert's initial frustration. Amazing what re-reading books does for you, eh?
So yeah, you guessed it, I'm in another one of those "moods" again. It's times like these where I just get really drunk off plum wine and listen to Kate Bush's "The Man With the Child in His Eyes" on repeat. I know there are a million reasons why I should be happy right now. Maybe I AM happy and just don't know it.
Aaaah. I love how I write entries like these to cheer myself up but end up putting things unnecessarily wrong with my life under the microscope. Back to the bottle I go.