you may follow me here whatisntsaid if you would like.
but you don't have to.
although you wont find me here any longer.

only two more shifts that involve extended periods of time in the fitting room.
now i get to be bossy all i want and you can't do a thing about it.
hooray.
i hear MIT life is super.

one by one
the days fall beside us
like yellow leaves
we have no conscience
of what we're becoming

month by month
the rings on our tree trunks
like old wise eyes
grow wider and winter
lends them a dead disguise

now time, like an ocean
knows tide, like a notion
to toss about the house
and lose inside the couch
and piles of our thoughts
run miles in the dark
just trying to get home

age by age
we rhyme with our seasons
rehearsed routines
stilling turning
and returning

now i'm wide as the ocean
now i bleed roses
and you are just a mark
on the map of my past
and i am a road
i wind along alone
all day until the coast

i'm so fucking angry.
and drunk, watch ou.t

i think i'm throwing away more than i'm keeping.
some bum is going to hit the jackpot with all the wonderful things i'm throwing down the trash chute.
but i finally have things in logan square. and keys. it's offical.
let's bbq. and hang out on the patio. do it.

i found an atartis cd from high school in a box i was going through today.
i'm reliving it and all it's glory at the moment.

also. someone teach me how to parallel park. i don't know how. and so far in my few days having a car in the city i've been lost more than i've been getting to where i need to be. the city gets a lot smaller by car.

i can't wait until next wedneday. va-ca-tion time.

i'm going to see jenny owen youngs in a little while. i like her.

i've run out of things to say.

last night i found myself at the trashy-est uptown bar you can possibly imagine.
i didn't know people like that actually existed in chicago. but oh they do.
to make it even more bizarre i was stuffed into a van and brought there with part or all of: thunderbirds are now!, anathallo, street to nowhere, and junior varsity.
huh?

i need more nights that don't make sense.
they typically make for good stories later.

after stressing out and looking EVERYWHERE, we are staying in a place we had from the beginning.

i'm just moving into stacey's in logan square. it's too good of a place for the money to leave. and although wicker park is ideal it is nearly impossible to get a place in right now. because every hipster and their parents want to live there, and we are looking for a place to live in june, the worst month to move ever.

so 2544 n. kedzie is my new home. kind of starting right now, kind of starting july 1, kind of starting july 31.

also, we need another roommate. it's 4 bedroom/3 bathroom but only the two of us are living there at the moment. so if you're interested, or know someone who is, let me know. it will be just over $500 for rent. it is big. it has easy parking. and is right on the square less than a block from the train. it's worth it. move in, please.

first of all. the singer of !!! has killer dance moves. i would really like to date him.

second of all. i despise the metro. i had nexium - my stomach medication - in my bag. apparently kids these days get all doped up on it, therefore it cannot go in. just because i tell the lady it's nexium doesn't mean it is nexium. IT'S OBVIOUSLY NOT.

third of all. being the perfect drunk only perfects good nights.

fourth of all. back to the music association memo from yesterday - i got a sudden urge to need to fold t-shirts during heart of hearts last night due to the fact that that is what i do when i am usually listening to it. so me and taner did a folding t-shirt dance so we didn't feel awkward. urban overtakes all aspects of breathing.

fifth of all. i like days off. cue today.

matt pond pa only makes me think of arizona. i listened to it practically my entire trip the last time i was there. music associations are my favorite. although it makes just listening to something without thinking of something else difficult.

speaking of arizona. stacey and i are driving there. probably in july. we are going to fry.

speaking of stacey. we are going to be roommates. tell us if you know of some cute place to live. probably off the blue line, definitely not lincoln park. gag.

over.

a depaul bar is the best place to spot horrific fashion choices.
and pick up totally hot middle-aged men.

o-m-g. missbehave is like totally fucking hilarious.



okay, no, seriously. this magazine is ridiculous. and by ridiculous i mean i love it.
"for the fashion rebel" is the tag line.
and the cover refers to cankles for crying out loud.
did i mention the "play our eating disorder board game" spread?
the articles are basically perez hilton fashion edition.
and the editorials look like things i might actually style myself.
but nylon has more class. and therefore i still like it more.

my last time at home and there is a blizzard.
typical.

how about you?

i had to do a creative project for my lit of hiv and aids class.
i chose to do a photoshoot using all product red merchandise.
so needless to say the clothes aren't that cute. but you work with whatcha got.
and who needs real models with friends like these.
look or don't.


photo credit: jonathon shaft [thehopeful.net]






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i often see people looking out the windows of their hotel rooms down the block.
or sometimes they're ironing.
i wonder where they came from. and what they're doing here.
are they watching me dance around my apartment in my undies? probably.

i think by april i am going to have quite the beer belly.

just a guess.

this was the best weekend in forever.
seriously.

friday.
mark came.
we went to rainbo.
walked in the snow.
went to rodan - lame.
went to estelle's.
came home.
had a drunk egg and cheese bagel factory.
laughed.

saturday.
danielle came.
tattoo-ed.
laughed.
house partied.
made up excuses to drink too many beers.
laughed.
got ridiculous.
laughed.
got home at 5am.
laughed.
passed out.

today.
bongo room-ed.
passed out.
and back out maybe.

it doesn't sound too out of the ordinary, but it was ridiculous fun.
mark and danielle must live with us.

i have decided i am going to get a half-sleeve.
and i have decided on the theme.
leebaby is going to draw 'er up.
i've run out of reasons why i shouldn't.
the "WHAT ABOUT YOUR WEDDING" one is totally lame.
at this rate there wont even be one.

over and out.

asobi seksu puts you in a trance.
but a good kind of trance.

the urban outfitters "anti-war scarf"

we can't sell them anymore. one of the only controversial things ever pulled from the selves.

is it wrong of me to still want to wear it, and love it for fashion purpose only?

if you don't know what i'm talking about - google it.

discuss.

i forgot.

january 31, 2007.
come to thunderbirds are now! at subterranean.
then go out with me.
because it's my 21st birthday.
and i'm pretty determined to make it a good one.
dance.
drink.
laugh.
that's the plan.
learn it, love it, stick to it.
two weeks.