Well, you'd never known love and you'd never
known pain
But you found out that they were just like wine and
champagne
You could drink a little more, then you hurt a
little less
And you'd get that butterfly feeling underneath your
dress...
~Lloyd Cole~
Funny ~ It feels like forever since I've written, but it's only been nine days! I feel bad when I don't write for over a week. I hate to think I'm going to forget something horribly important that later I will regret losing from my memory (even though if it's lost, i'll never know about it...)at the same time, what can I do? Life does occasionally get in the way�
Well, not only life, but the fact that I don�t know what to write or say about the last week, so I�ve instead gotten myself deeply entrenched in the archives of someone else�s journal, if you�d like to take a look, Shelleyness is a really great read.
Back to talking about my own life. B&C came out from AZ, we went to a party at M�s apartment on Saturday, B and I competed for �Belle of the Ball� which is ironic due to the fact that all the people there were much more B�s type than mine. I made a decent showing despite the gender preference problems that were blatantly obvious, and I made some new friends.
The most wonderful person we met was G. He was the funniest, sweetest person I have ever run into by chance. Sometimes you can be introduced to really neat people through really neat friends�.he just happened to sit next to me on a couch at a party and say
�Wow, is it hot in here, or is it just me?�
To which I just had to reply�
�It�s you baby�.it�s definitely you�.�
Yep, that�s as close as I�ll ever get to being charming, I guess as long as it works, that�s all that counts. G was at the party with his friends J&B who were cousins. They were really nice and we all got along pretty well. I think we were definitely the most down to earth people at the party.
B&B hit it off swimmingly, and a whole new drama commenced. MyB found out that OtherB had a boyfriend, had a pretty shady past, and was barely legal�.not a really rousing recommendation, I must say�I don�t know exactly how that all happened. OtherB seemed so sweet when I met him�.I practically threw them at each other, for which I take NO credit. People can bring people together, but they can�t put them in the bathroom and force them to make out. That�s my story and I�m sticking to it�.
C&B&G&I all went downtown on Thursday (March 22) and for the first time in my life I made it to the 103rd floor of the Sears Tower (insert appropriate �oohs� and �aahs� here). The best part was when we were looking out, trying to point out to C the neighborhoods where MyB and I would like to live, and we started on the South Side (where we most assuredly do NOT want to live) and while we were staring out at the desolate South Side of Chicago, I noticed the Musak� that was playing. I alerted everyone�s attention to me (shock, shock) and told them to listen to the music�.when the chorus began, I joined in firmly and solidly�singing the chorus to �In the ghetto� like I had been singing it my whole life. Everyone just about fell over laughing! It was just too darn appropriate. I mean, I have lived pretty close to the South Side, I drive past it every day on my way to work, I don�t think that people who have to live in that area really have much to laugh about, and I don�t feel nothing for them�.but in certain situations�even the most vile things can be humorous.
I have to laugh, or I�d probably cry�
On Friday while I was at work B&C drove around and actually found the neighborhoods where we are thinking of moving. I don�t know why B took C to Lincoln Park, because I told them flat out they�d had better ideas, like eating raw glass. There�s nothing wrong with Lincoln Park, don�t get me wrong�but I�m looking for a washer/dryer in my apartment, heck, maybe even a fireplace! There�s no way I�m going to get that for anything near my price range in Lincoln Park. You can get a studio for the same price as a 2000sq ft. apartment in Lakeview. There�s not that much of a difference.
Actually, I hate to sound like I�m some kind of expert on Chicago. I�m not. If you know a lot about the neighborhoods and areas and where a girl might like to live so she only has to take a 15-20 minute morning train ride (during rush hour) and can walk around in the evening relatively safely, please let me know.
Work can be so frustrating sometimes. When it gets this busy and hectic and unnerving and just downright annoying, I find myself going back to my personal fantasy�.regarding jobs. I am an assistant�a personal assistant�to one man (or woman�my fantasy has caught up with the times)�and I control that person�s entire life. Birthdays, anniversaries, weddings, divorces, travel plans for business or pleasure, etc� That would make me so blissfully happy.
You see, when someone who is a natural control freak attempts to break the mold and be a normal human being who can be laid-back and �go with the flow� they have to find some way to channel all that latent control talent they have sloughed off. Secretarial work is a dream for me�.really�.I cannot think of work I would enjoy doing more. I�m terribly necessary and important for things to get done, and yet, I�m just a little person, there are tons of people in this department who probably don�t even know who I am. I like that anonymity. It�s like having freedom and responsibility all in the same package.
Work becons again�why can�t these people do anything for themselves? Is it really so much to ask for them to walk their flabby, unkempt asses down a hall, get in an elevator, walk another twenty feet, go in a door and get their thing? Their �it�s so important drop everything you�re doing right now� thing? I don�t think it�s that important if someone is moseying up to my desk and asking me in a leisurely drawl to �run down� and �grab� something for them �quickly�� heh � I don�t see you hauling ass to tell me, guess what skipper? I feel no need to haul ass to get it.
I�m just in one of those moods today I guess.
I don�t think being poor (even if it is a completely temporary condition) suits me well at all. Oh well, at least this is the kind of poor that I�ll look back on in a year and say �Yep, it was totally worth it�just look at where I am now!�
That�s the plan, anyway�and goodness knows, it can�t hurt to dream.
~Dryad~