One of the Hott Gurlz, Erin, found my Dekalb hat!
I'm so happy! This makes my day!
It supposedly smells like Pez.
I'm not too excited about that, but it's the price I pay for forgetting my hat in the first place.
Man, I need sticky glue on my hands or something. This losing streak is not cool.

I'm not going to the speech meet on Saturday (which is at Neuqua, which I LOVE because I always won there, which always rocked!), or at least I don't have to judge. Donna supposedly has that one covered. *Tear* I could be nice and show up anyway to watch all the little speechers, but probably not.

Speech team!

Oh man, I'm getting so excited about speech team that it borders on the ridiculous.
Donna B. sent me an e-mail asking if I wanted to judge and coach.
Hell YEAH! It's only what I've been waiting for since August!
God, I'm such a nerd.


back to work

I'm working again with my mom cleaning model houses while I'm on break.
I love my job. Sometimes, I wish I could be a cleaning lady for the rest of my life. I could learn Spanish fluently or Polish! That would be kick-ass.
It's hard going back to work after three months off. The vacuum is much heavier than I remember, and now my hands sting because of the handle. Man, I missed that beast. Royal vacuums are superior. That might be funny to some, but Hoover and Dyson have nothing on the Royal. It's the king of all vacuums. You just have to be careful not to run over the cords with it, or it will suck them up and then you're in trouble.
But I still remember all the little cleaning tips my mom or boss taught me and I distinctly remember the houses themselves. I could probably draw every single layout of each house and tell you exactly where the furniture goes and even where each trinket belongs. Not to mention the distinct smell of each house: some good, some baaaad!
Now, I think I'm going to take a nap since I stayed up half the night working on this blog. I still have a little more work to do: add more links, maybe change a picture or two. Oh, and I have to stay away from Elliot; he has the flu. And we all know how much I Love to vomit.

Buzznet buzz

Yeah, I know those posts haven't been updating themselves...

Brian, Alex, and I went to the Chicago-post Buzznet convention. Good times! Although, I'm sorry to say that I can't really write about it. Just one of those things you had to be at to understand. I'll recap the highlights for all you news junkies.
We didn't show up to the shindig until 9:00pm because we got dinner in Lincoln Park, and didn't want to look like BIG losers and be the first people to show up, the whole fashionably late concept.
We all met Tony P, Dave, Byron, and Chris. Good, cool peoples.
Dave bought Alex and I drinks in the name of underage drinking.
We talked about everything under the sun, but all I seem to remember is Tony P telling Alex and I that we should party more and do shrooms and acid in the woods. Whatever Tony. I don't know what you're talking about...
We left soon after the hott gurls arrived shortly after midnight.
I lost my hat. My fucking favorite hat with the DeKalb badge! Tony, if you stole it, I'll fight you.
We didn't get back to the burbs until 2:45 because earlier in the night, we decided it would be better to park in the loop than in Lincoln Park. Man, I love CTA, but those trains run soooo slow at night.
So now, I have tons of new buzznet friends, and probably more blogger friends, which means that I'll actually update on a regular basis. Times are super easy now because I'm on break for 5 weeks spending quality time with my parents. Joy!


KK is in a coma

KK is in a coma.
KK is in a coma
Someone I've known throughout all my high school career is now in a coma and might not come out of it.
KK, you're stupid!


Why didn't I go to school in Miami?

Today sucked hard. It's cold and the wind sucks. Suck suck suck! Plus, the school "Cafe" doesn't know how to make coffee. It wasn't even hot, and the barristas knew it too because they didn't put the cardboard wrap-around...thing on! Bastards.
And one of my finals is going to take away my soul. The class needs a diaper for this one. It's expected to run from 8:45 to at least noon. Food is also not allowed during the exam. AHHHHH!!!!!
I'm going to die. I'm going to die. I'M GOING TO DIE! Do you hear me? Die DIE DIEEEEE!!!!!
I've officially freaked out.
You're all invited to my funeral.


there's no place like home

I genuinely missed home today.
The Bears played at Soldier Field today. Plenty of suburbanites came to the city today with all their garb and the grills in Lincoln Park were fired up.
This would have been a day when my dad cracks open a Sam Adams at 2:00 with maybe a friend or neighbor. I would be in the sun room reading or doing homework. Elliot and Jo would be in their rooms or on the computer. Mom would be in and out of the kitchen, probably cooking chili or soup. Every once in a while she would call to me to chop or wash something, maybe set the table.
That is the perfect Sunday at home and I miss it.
I know I'll be home soon enough. I just have to get through this week and then it's six weeks off. But I know when I get home, I'll just be itching to go back to school.


Ravi Fuckin Shankar!

I didn't even know I was going until this morning! Fucking Alex likes to keep things a surprise.
The man is amazing. He's been my hero ever since I saw the Concert for George. At 75 he can still "rock" on the sitar and compose beautifully complex orchestrations. Not to mention his improv (which is what he mostly does) is like nothing I've ever seen before. At one point towards the end of the concert, he played a minute or so of variations on Yankee Doodle. I kid you NOT!
Not to mention his daughter, Anoushka, is beautiful and incredibly talented as well. And the tabla player, Tanmoy Bose, is not human.
Simply A-mazing.



Alex and I are never drinking again.


Penny for the blind

I think I'm a terrible, awful person.
I've probably said that before, but didn't mean it, or said it in a completely different context, but this time, I'm pretty damn sure I'm going to hell.
There are bums/hobos/street people in the city. That's a fact. I walk past them everyday. Not even Lincoln Park, one of Chicago's poshest neighborhoods, is impervious them. They rattle their cups or try to sell you Street Wise, and you walk past them without batting an eye lash. But yesterday was different.
There was a man wearing semi-dirty clothes outside the Fullerton "L" stop with a box full of red roses. At first, I couldn't see how much the roses were, and I most definitely walked to the far left (wrong) side of the sidewalk so he wouldn't try to heckle me. That's when I noticed the sign. Please, Donate to the Blind.
Immediately, my thought was, At least he can't see me.
And then I realized how terrible of a person I am.
This all happened around 3:00 pm while I was on my way to choir rehearsal. Three hours later the man was still there selling roses for the blind, still half smiling, and my self worth dropped even lower.
Honestly, I didn't have a penny on me! Otherwise, I would have donated to redeem myself. They were nice roses too...
Maybe I'll go Oedipus Rex style and gouge my eyes out and walk through the world alone, in exile.
Well, at least I didn't fuck my mom and kill my dad...