Three inches of snow in April? Inappropriate, weather. Inappropriate.

So for you nerds out there: I have to write a fifteen page term paper about a myth. Any myth. My favorite myth is the one about Persephone and the pomegranate, but I think that's too short to get fifteen pages out of. Does anyone have a favorite myth that they could recommend?

Labels: myth, weather

My threshold: I've reached it.

-15 feels like -32. Three, four feet of snow on the ground. It just, shouldn't be. I'm momentarily missing Florida weather.

I know, I know. It's winter in Chicago. Just deal with it. But this is so much worse than usual. Why aren't they canceling classes???

Labels: chicago, weather

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

1. I've never had a relationship with a date before. Like, a start date. This one has one though. And today is four months since that date. I like that. Although it was kind of amusing to say our anniversary is whenever the hurricanes hit, I like this better. It's not like it's a big deal or anything, but it's pleasant to think about, you know? These days, when I find something that makes me happy, I really try to let myself be happy, so I don't care what anyone thinks that I like September 28th.

2. I don't know how much I weigh. Weird. Really weird. Especially since I've been weighed twice in the last week and tried to weigh myself this morning. The scale was broken. The ghost of Suellyn is haunting me. I actually have a (working) scale under my bed right now. I just want to know so badly. I know I shouldn't though. But I'm having a little internal battle and a desperate desire to calculate my BMI.

3. My bank account is overdrawn. Awesome. The clinic charged me instead of my dad, and my account was so not ready for that. Now I owe O (haha) lots of dollars that I do not have. I'm sorry O. I will get them soon.

4. Maybe I would have dollars if I got a job.

5. It was like 50 degrees today. It was like -10 last week. What?

Labels: boys, daily grind, happy, weather

Negative one outside with a feels like negative fifteen. No thanks. Under the covers all day I think.

Labels: chicago, weather, winter

They stole my mirror! Ok...well, kind of.

Fucking snow. Like, eight inches of snow on my car. Jon and I are brushing it off and he says to me, "hey, you know you have no mirror on your driver side door." I say, "what the fuck? It was there when I parked it here last night."

So now I'm angry.

Labels: daily grind, weather, winter

Something I've learned by living in Chicago: Everything is pretty when covered in fresh snow.

The "fresh" is important there. Don't give me crappy old icy brownish yellow snow. That is gross. Nice fresh powder a few inches thick is where it's at. That crappy ass shack in the middle of the ghetto covered in graffiti is not going to look like a mansion on the north side after a little snow, but I guarantee you will wish you were an artist so that you could sit back and replicate the amazing quality of beauty something like that takes on after nature intervenes.

Labels: chicago, weather, winter

1. I hate doing laundry here.

2. Remember how it was like 90 degrees the other day? It is 43 today. Make up your mind, Chicago.

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It is 86 degrees outside. Yes. That is correct. 86 degrees.

You know how it used to bother me when someone would ask me what school I went to and I said University of Chicago and they said, "Oh, it's cold up there" instead of "wow, that's a pretty good school?" Well, they were right. The temperature is much more commanding than the education. BUT IT IS 86 DEGREES OUTSIDE. It's almost...dare I say it...too hot.

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I am in a pretty good mood. I got my analysis exam back, and I got a lot of partial credit, so I ended up with a B. This means probably no A for the quarter, but I can live with that.

Also, I just took my third econ exam, and If I get 31 out of 40 points on it, I don't have to take the final, which means I don't have to go to that class anymore, which means essentially I will be taking only two classes. Which is probably a good thing, considering how much ballet has taken over my life.

Speaking of ballet, I totally won two tickets to see The Joffrey Ballet perform Giselle in October in the ballet benefit's raffle. Sweet.

Labels: ballet, chicago, school, weather