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had an amazing weekend in Chicago and learned tons. I now know what a realistic mummy looks like, that puns are way funnier than I thought before, and the Sea of Happiness can in fact be a downer with the wrong crowd but a little uplifting with some booze, a best friend and boyfriend and some help from RUSH.
Getting there was a little rough, but once we got to the “old neighborhood” I felt at home again. I’ve never felt weird in Chicago. It feels like I lived there my whole life. And we ate at Brick’s which I lived around the corner from, and Eve and entourage met us there and we went via taxi to her show (which was ay-may-zing) laughed our asses off, met funny friends and creepy ladies, went to a crazy country-western bar and rode the bus home (haha, “home” = to our hotel) at 3:30 in the morning. It’s great that there is life still a-goin at 3:30 in the morning. Beautiful.
Being in a beautiful, vibrant city with things to do and Halloween circuses to see with a best friend and a great boyfriend had me smiling most of the weekend. I can’t wait to go back. And Paul surprised me by saying, “I’d really like to live here for a while.” He fell in love with walking after meals and the great shopping and Ms. Porcello (but let’s not kid ourselves, she’s irresistible, and I mean that in a really creepy way.) Pictures soon.
I met with a therapist about that depression and anxiety stuff flaring up again. She referred me to area psychologists, which I’m a little nervous about. Somehow it feels safer to go to a “counselor” at school once a week. But actually going to a psychologist? Seems a little too real. Like I really have a problem that I need medical attention to treat.
In other news, I can’t wait for this semester to be over. Paul and I have gotten back on a strict diet, homework and work out schedule so I’m feeling better at the moment, but having a sort of vacation weekend made me long for the sweet life just a bit longer. I’m on fall break right now and I must say that it sure is nice to just work and be done with thinking for the day. Homework really screws with my mind.
Getting there was a little rough, but once we got to the “old neighborhood” I felt at home again. I’ve never felt weird in Chicago. It feels like I lived there my whole life. And we ate at Brick’s which I lived around the corner from, and Eve and entourage met us there and we went via taxi to her show (which was ay-may-zing) laughed our asses off, met funny friends and creepy ladies, went to a crazy country-western bar and rode the bus home (haha, “home” = to our hotel) at 3:30 in the morning. It’s great that there is life still a-goin at 3:30 in the morning. Beautiful.
Being in a beautiful, vibrant city with things to do and Halloween circuses to see with a best friend and a great boyfriend had me smiling most of the weekend. I can’t wait to go back. And Paul surprised me by saying, “I’d really like to live here for a while.” He fell in love with walking after meals and the great shopping and Ms. Porcello (but let’s not kid ourselves, she’s irresistible, and I mean that in a really creepy way.) Pictures soon.
I met with a therapist about that depression and anxiety stuff flaring up again. She referred me to area psychologists, which I’m a little nervous about. Somehow it feels safer to go to a “counselor” at school once a week. But actually going to a psychologist? Seems a little too real. Like I really have a problem that I need medical attention to treat.
In other news, I can’t wait for this semester to be over. Paul and I have gotten back on a strict diet, homework and work out schedule so I’m feeling better at the moment, but having a sort of vacation weekend made me long for the sweet life just a bit longer. I’m on fall break right now and I must say that it sure is nice to just work and be done with thinking for the day. Homework really screws with my mind.