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Hmmnmnmn...
Is it sad that the best part of the weekend was coming back to Rick's dorm after a windy and chilled time outside, in order to pick up his laundry still warm from the dryer, and then hurrying back to his room to collapse on his bed while dumping the warm laundry/wonderfulness on us? lol, actually, not really.
This past weekend was the first honestly cold weekend of the season so far. I was fairly miserable in the perpetual grey drizzle that gave my entire waking existence the mood of a perpetual dusk. Yesterday I went through the entire day feeling like it was about to end, and even as early as 7:00 at night, it felt to me like the entire day was winding down. Well, on saturday it was probably because Rick and I got out of bed at 4pm >.>. But that was after finally getting into it at around 5 in the morning.
I'm at work right now, my mood a little bit improved from my morning glumness. I have ten dollars left on my debit card and it's hard to fathom where the money went, but then I realize, oh(!) yes, it's lost in paying for gas on the roadtrip to Philly, in school supplies, and plane tickets to various cities around the eastern part of the US, as well as one special ticket to Chicago this thursday.
I'm a little bit nervous about my trip to Chicago. I've never been there before, nor is anyone coming with me. I'm excited for this adventure but I'm scared something will go wrong. Oh well, everything should be okay.
I don't know why, but within the past few weeks I've been feeling a little out of touch with reality. Strolling lackadaisically to my morning class, everything seemed to be floating on the surface of time itself. Walking out of the building, I began to contemplate myself, the recent changes to my personality, and of course, the bizarre intensity with which I've fallen head-over-heels for my own helpless romanticism. Is there sincerity in my thoughts and in my intentions? I can't say for sure.
Anyway, here are some goals that I must accomplish when i'm in chicago for the 15 hours that I will be there for:
-buy a used Charles Bukowski book from one of their many used book stores
-spend a lot of time at the art gallery
-visit the art institute
-take a stroll in the park, and read there for an hour or two
-talk to chicagoans
-go to a jazz club
-take many many pictures
yes, indeedy, it should be fun :]
Is it sad that the best part of the weekend was coming back to Rick's dorm after a windy and chilled time outside, in order to pick up his laundry still warm from the dryer, and then hurrying back to his room to collapse on his bed while dumping the warm laundry/wonderfulness on us? lol, actually, not really.
This past weekend was the first honestly cold weekend of the season so far. I was fairly miserable in the perpetual grey drizzle that gave my entire waking existence the mood of a perpetual dusk. Yesterday I went through the entire day feeling like it was about to end, and even as early as 7:00 at night, it felt to me like the entire day was winding down. Well, on saturday it was probably because Rick and I got out of bed at 4pm >.>. But that was after finally getting into it at around 5 in the morning.
I'm at work right now, my mood a little bit improved from my morning glumness. I have ten dollars left on my debit card and it's hard to fathom where the money went, but then I realize, oh(!) yes, it's lost in paying for gas on the roadtrip to Philly, in school supplies, and plane tickets to various cities around the eastern part of the US, as well as one special ticket to Chicago this thursday.
I'm a little bit nervous about my trip to Chicago. I've never been there before, nor is anyone coming with me. I'm excited for this adventure but I'm scared something will go wrong. Oh well, everything should be okay.
I don't know why, but within the past few weeks I've been feeling a little out of touch with reality. Strolling lackadaisically to my morning class, everything seemed to be floating on the surface of time itself. Walking out of the building, I began to contemplate myself, the recent changes to my personality, and of course, the bizarre intensity with which I've fallen head-over-heels for my own helpless romanticism. Is there sincerity in my thoughts and in my intentions? I can't say for sure.
Anyway, here are some goals that I must accomplish when i'm in chicago for the 15 hours that I will be there for:
-buy a used Charles Bukowski book from one of their many used book stores
-spend a lot of time at the art gallery
-visit the art institute
-take a stroll in the park, and read there for an hour or two
-talk to chicagoans
-go to a jazz club
-take many many pictures
yes, indeedy, it should be fun :]