Monday, May 24, 2010

Weekend withdrawal. Now

I am left with

$8.11 in my checking account
A renewed desire to read
Random bruises all along my back, probably from when I decided to hang out in a closet for a long time on Saturday night
Fascination & nostalgia & gratitude for the things that make my life a good life
A little more faith in humanity

Three weeks left, and then I am no longer a University of Chicago student, but a ThoughtWorker instead...whaaaaat.

Wednesday, May 19, 2010

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THE ANTLERS ARE COMING TO CHICAGO FOR LOLLAPALOOZA

i j'ed in my p so hard when i heard that earlier today (yesterday technically, i suppose)

they are only my new favorite band ever UNGHHHH. i may or may not have had to stop listening to hospice a few times out of fear of bursting into tears.

the only thing that is stopping me from buying tickets right this very second is the uncertainty of whether or not i will actually be in chicago at that time. is it bad to ask for a day off before i've started working?

oh and ya, while i'm on the topic of work, i found out that the company that will be employing me has given me assignments to complete over the next four weeks! D:!!!!!!!!!!!! it's not that i am not excited about working, i just don't have the time to do moar stuff on top of my current school load.

...that is not even true at all. i could've done plenty of job training/prep today, but instead i chose to watch youtube videos of gm faceoffs in the reg. i have recently decided that chess playing ability is a highly desirable trait. there is nothing sexier than a well-executed checkmate.

Wednesday, May 12, 2010

my face still hurts

from being slapped by the hand of reality :(

i'm in the reg - like i always am - procrastinating - like i always do. coming to the reg at this point is like coming to my second home - i feel no obligation whatsoever to be productive anymore in this space. your limestone walls and astute storage units have no effect on me, joseph regenstein! ha!

this is actually terrible. i have about an hour of time before i have to go and help my roommate with her art project, but i am intent on spending that time nursing my wounds/feeling sorry for myself instead of being a productive member of society, etc etc.