Woke up early(ish) to get to a 10am appointment downtown. Got to Michigan and Chicago on time (remarkably, since I was stuck behind that 18 wheeler in Hyde Park for a while). Tried to park. Failed to park. Drove around for half an hour (= the length of my appointment) trying to find a parking lot with vacancies. Tried a sketchy looking one that said it was not full. It was full. Cars double parked near the exit so that it was impossible to get out properly. Severely scratched the side of my mom's car on the wall while desperately trying to NOT scratch some fancy looking double parked sports car. Very upset. Had to pull over. Called Jon and vented. Felt a little better. Got my appointment rescheduled for same time tomorrow.

Think I will take the CTA.

Labels: chicago, daily grind, whiny

If you've ever met me, you are probably aware that I can't go to the beach. I have a horrible phobia of wide open spaces, and if I can see the horizon line, I have a panic attack. Equally crippling are my reactions to large groups of people I don't know and jellyfish. God I hate jellyfish.

Anyway, today I'd like to add something else to my irrational fears list: tupperware. It's not exactly panic attack worthy, and it's definitely not jellyfish, but still...it's just so weird. It makes me uncomfortable. I tried to do the dishes today and all of Olivia's tupperware was in the sink and I just couldn't do it. I washed a few and then just retreated into my room fully creeped out.

I doubt that anyone I ever meet will share my irrational creeped-out-ed-ness at reusable plastic food storage containers, but does anyone else have anything super weird/normal that makes them irrationally uncomfortable? I'd like to feel like I'm not completely wacked.

Labels: amusing, personal

The writers' strike is over! Yay! I will have my House and Office and whatever else back. Unfortunately, the end of the strike does not mean Arrested Development will go back on. Somebody should do something about that.

Labels: tv

If you don't know, and you "think you might," then you probably don't. I mean, not that I don't want you to. Of course I want you to. But I'm pretty sure if you did, you would know. You would just know.

Labels: boys

Guess who is going back to school part time spring quarter? ME! I AM! Bitches! Steinhauer finally admitted that my therapist, my nurse practitioner, my nutritionist, my psychiatrist the entire staff of Highland Park Hospital, and NATALIE know how I'm doing better than she does, and that I really need to be in school. AND SO I WILL BE! Yay!

Also...this new phone is not going to work for you, Jon. I demand access to your ear at all times. Despite the fact that you are just sitting at home right now, I have been unable to contact you for like three hours.

Labels: boys, school

Abs in pain. Abs in lots and lots of pain. Ow ow ow. No more six pack club. No more. Ow. Too many crunches. Sad. Ow.

Labels: ballet, whiney

I know my last entry was about crazy people in general. This one is about one particular crazy person: namely, me.

I'm done with this shit. Seriously. I am never going to take a math class ever again. I am going to live my entire life without taking statistics. I am going to forget economics, start studying linguistics, graduate on time (it's not only possible, it's easy), and do it all without shame or guilt.

I hate reading over the econ classes and thinking "I could survive that," or, in the very best case scenario, "this class actually looks like it would be useful." The linguistics courses all sound completely fascinating. I want them all right now.

You know, I applied to colleges as a linguistics major. I even got Joe to study linguistics (not that it was really my efforts, I just kind of put the idea in his head), so why did I abandon it for something so dull? Just because I'm good at it? Because yeah, I'm good at economics. I think the way economics thinks. But fuck it. I don't want to spend my life consulting or ibanking or any of that.

Remember when I really wanted to work with language development in children? Guess what...I still do. I just kind of ignored it. But how cool is that? The answer: SO COOL!

So yeah. Fuck it. I'm doing it. I'm doing it and I'm graduating with my class and I'm only taking three classes a quarter unless I really want to take a fourth.

Also: I'm going back to school part time in the spring. Just see if Steinhauer can stop me.

Labels: chicago, school

I've been doing some research lately (hell, I have to do something with myself) and have come to a very interesting conclusion: In Hyde Park, there exists at least one person in each apartment building who may or may not appear normal. This person is in fact crazy. It is the personal mission of this person to throw more salt or shovel more snow on the streets and sidewalks than any of the other crazy people with the exact same mission.

Did someone put them up to it? I don't think so. I do know that they are not paid in any way for their services, nor do they make eye contact with anyone except other crazy people. Also, either these particular people do not exist during the rest of the year, or they hibernate, and get some internal transmission every time it snows. Then, they awaken to begin their silent battle for glory and clean sidewalks.

Meanwhile, the sane(r) members of the community walk on slightly less annoying streets. Thanks, crazy people.

Labels: amusing, chicago, daily grind, weather