Well I haven't had much happen and thus not much to write/update about lately either. Keeping busy with school and such but its nothing too stressful. Just taking one project at a time until its done.
I bought this fantastic cocktail dress on Friday. I have no idea when I'll wear it but it was too good of a deal to pass up. Biggest impulse buy EVER. I told Rumba we are so doing a fancy dress up night.
My neighbors have been very noisy lately. They're banging around or slamming doors or having parties into the night. Last Friday night/Saturday am around 4, this asshole was literally slamming his hand on my neighbors door trying to rouse her. Dude, you must have pissed her off or something so leave her alone and go home. Fat drunk and stupid is now way to go through life (yay Animal House!).
Oh, last Friday we went to the Hawks game and wandered around in the ghetto for an hour after the game trying to get a cab. Yeah, real smart folks. 3 single white females (one of whom was canned off her ass--not me) wandering around a questionable part of downtown Chicago. Worst part...5 groups of all men taking the cabs before us. Whatever happened to chivalry? Instead we had some random mentally ill homeless dude yelling at every single car "helping" us. Wowza...next time we ARE taking the bus as planned.
A couple days ago this crazy got on the bus and started yelling about some type of injustice. I don't know, I had my MP3 player cranked to Weezer. But its quite funny to watch...sad...but funny at the same time. Speaking of buses, the CTA bus workers might go on strike sometime in the near future. Faaantastic. Though I admit this isnt as bas as NYC striking. Its close but many people in Chicago have cars whereas dang near nobody in NYC has a vehicle. And the El would supposedly still be operating as the El train operators are not in the same union as the bus workers...hmm...little strange but whatever. So I might find my ass walking...which is fine but thank goodness winter is on the downward spiral.
My friend Emmy Lou got ripped off last week. Stupid Milwaukee indigents!! She's trying to help (unpaid help by the damn way) your sorry asses and thats how you repay her? By stealing her purse, the whole 7 dollars she had, her id and a few measly bus tickets. I hope you use that 7 bucks wisely and not for some snort. Stupid big city bitches. Bitches I say!
Dave (yes we ARE on a first name basis) is coming to Alpine Valley July 1st and 2nd. Not sure if we're going yet but I imagine we have to decide soon as tickets go on sale April 8th. A few friends from school and I might also go to Fall Out Boy in Milwaukee in April. Transportation pending. I also tried talking the CanadiEn into an Our Lady Peace concert in Kitchener on my birthday. He said its something to consider, I say lets do it! I've been wanting to surprise him for awhile with tickets to his favorite band but I want to be able to join him too. The only thing is I have to fly up there. I hate flying. I am a self-declared OCD when I fly. I will only fly when necessary (aka, when my destination is Rumba's arms) but I can't stand it and it is the most uncomfortable experience of my life. I have definitely figured out why I hate flying too. Its a control thing. I have zero control over my life for the 1-2 hours I am on the plane and am basically entrusting my life to a some sadist I can't see at all. Ok...they're not all sadists. I know a few good pilots, hell I once dated a pilot. But if bus riding has taught me anything, it is that public transport folks are sadists...and I don't imagine the trend stops with some pilots. Amtrak has a few sadists behind the engine too, but at least I'm on the ground. They just like to make people LATE all the damn time..Anyhow I digress...a lot...
Speaking of airplanes...one crashed in Branson yesterday. Again...why do people LOVE flying? You have to get up or leave really early for the airport, only to stand in line and wait and deal with a pissy barely English speaking attendant who will reseat you in the back of the damn plane for no good reason at all except that they must know about your phobia of the back of the plane. The security line. Where you have to disrobe down to your knickers, turn around 3 times, cough, have your underwear and sex toys rifled through by gloved hands and then get all your shit together in 3.5 seconds because the next guy is waiting to put his clothes back on too!!! And THEN, you get to sit in the window seat (another phobia that damn attendant knew about) next to a really large sweaty business man reading the Wall Street Journal (dude, do you ever get any sex?). At this point, you're buckled in so tight your fat could be pushed to your spine and you stare at the EXIT sign above the flight attendant who is now telling you how to strap on those oxygen thingys JUST IN CASE. Oh and in that oh so cheerful voice, she's also explaining how to strap your ass to the seat JUST IN CASE we happen to crash over a large body of water. But the seat is absolutely futile in the event of a mountain crash. Faaantastic. Then the suspense starts. You roll out onto the runway listening for any "weird shit" the plane might be making trying to discern if this aircraft really was inspected prior to takeoff (as if you could really identify what the "weird shit" really is anyways). Takeoff sucks and if your belly fat isnt squished into your spine by the seatbelt, the force of takeoff has taken care of it for you. Once you've reached 10,000 feet you get ready for the juice cart. Bitches don't serve food anymore so you're stuck with stale peanuts or non-peanut product if you're allergic to nuts. I pity the bastards that are allergic to nuts...they get the short end of the shit stick. Not that you eat or drink anything offered to you because that would break your concentration on staring at any point other than out the window. At this point, you have chafed away the skin on your watch arm because you've checked the time so much waiting for landing. Oh and the business guy is eyeing you out the corner of his eye, wondering if you're going to have a full grown panic attack on his Wall Street Journal. Now for the climax (not the good kind experienced in the throes of passion) we have turbulence. Faaaaaantastic. My enthusiasm just went up ten-fold. Now we get to bump and roll (again, not the kind experienced in the throes of passion). I didn't pay for this!! I didn't fork over 500 bucks too much for a rollercoaster ride (I hate rollercoasters too by the way). And now descent...the best part of the flight. Descent, landings and getting off the plane are the ONLY things enjoyable about the flight experience. It is also the only time I look out the window. I don't know why either. Sometimes descents can be rocky but I just tell myself we're coming out of the clouds. Or maybe its a bit windy or something. But it only means we're going to be on the ground soon and...whew, we're on the ground. I can start breathing normal and work on re-distributing my midsection fat.
Bitches lost my luggage....
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