witch snitch.

I don’t know if it’s my charm or what, but I just got ditched two nights in a row.

I dunno why I never made any backup plans for anything, I just assume I will not get ditched.

big day in the little city.

Things I did today:

I got my external harddrive.

I’m making potroast.

I rented a cello.

I checked out several dozen stores looking for cello rentals.

Got socks.

k, that’s it.

New Jersey.

I’m back in New Jersey.  So.  A corollary to this is that I’m no longer in Chicago.  But I’m not sure how to prove that.

So far, all I’ve done is talked to my dad, talked to my mom, talked to my brother, went out to dinner, slept, went to houlihan’s and unpacked.  I also looked up the biking laws here to see if I needed to wear a helmet.  The good thing is, no, I don’t need to, but I should.  The bad thing is, yeah, you really do have to have a bell or horn on your bike.

If you liked the CTA, though, you’ll love the NJtransit.  I cannot figure it out.  Is there a red line?  Can I take a bus to get there?  How do I get to Skokie?

All these questions, and more, will be answered, hopefully, today.  The things I need to do today include:

BUY FOOD.

COOK FOOD.

FIND A CELLO, damnit.

FIND A BIKE, damnit.

FIND A BELL, for the bike, goddamnit.

and finally:  find out if garlic salt is actually just garlic and salt.

Huh.

This is the first example I’ve seen of…well.  I don’t even know, just read it.

This was so scary.

So I just got home from the harry potter night and hanging with my friend Sav.  I haven’t seen her in so long, and it was so exciting to catch up, etc, etc.

But, to make this post shorter, I will tell you a scary thing!  So I walked home, and I realized that, as I approached the door, that I’d never actually shut it.  It was cracked open.  I was like, “shit!” because I’d left the house at 10pm and I got back now at 5am.  I looked inside and nothing was gone, and it looked like no one went through my crap.  Luckily.  It pays to live on the end of the hall, I guess.

Ugh, I’m so dumb.

future is here.

Today was exciting for two reasons.

(1)  I first went to noodles + starbucks and talked about things with my friend steve.  After this, I went home and showered.  Then!  I went downtown to this cute cafething, Kopi.  I think it’s cute, but I didn’t eat, ’cause I didn’t want to upset my stomach.  THEN WE WENT TO THE NEO-FUTURIST SHOW.

Really, I honestly didn’t think it was gonna be good.  but it was.  Oh, yes.  It was.  It was really one of the funniest things I’ve ever seen.  I highly recommend it.

Afterwards, Erin + Dana felt like being a jerks, so I went to Clark’s alone.  And I got chicken.  Then I came home.

(2)  I’m home!

That’s basically it.

MAC.

Do not, under any circumstances, get an apartment with MAC property management.

They said they’d put my name on the intercom system, they never did. I asked a total of three times. They said they’d install my air conditioner — in september. They said a lot of things that haven’t come to be and probably will not come to be.

I feel bad, mostly, for people who don’t pay their rent online. They seem to fuck with these people more than anyone else. It’s fucking stupid, honestly. It’s one thing if your customers are lazy and dumb and don’t pay, but it’s entirely another if you just can’t do your jobs correctly.

MAC treats its customers like friends. The kind of friend, you know, that says, “oh, I’ll fix that for you.” but, of course, never does. The bad part about him is that he’s also the kind of friend that you owe money to that always forgets that you’ve already paid him.

Really, MAC property management is a cancer that is spreading much, much too quickly.

It just feels all too — German!

bike, bitches.

I honestly cannot say anything bad about a boy who does cute things for the girl he likes.

And I try.

I try real hard!

oh, I got a bike.  bitches.

awesome.

So, it takes like 30 minutes walking to get to walgreen’s.  I was watching Thumbsucker with Dana — which is a great movie, if not taken seriously [or taken very seriously] and she had to go home.  Since I just made meatballs, I needed somewhere to put them.  And so, I needed storage containers.

So, I walked her home and continued on my way.   I bought my containers and left and started to walk home.  All of a sudden, this guy who drives a bus pulls over next to me and says, “where you going?”

and I’m like, “53rd and Drexel” and he looks forward, then back at me and says, “Get on.”

So, I ride the UofC bus back to 53rd and Drexel.

When I got off, he was like, “it’s just your lucky day.”

And you know what?  It really was.

Adventure Day.

So, today I woke up and I was supposed to meet up with someone in the city.  So, I started to go up to the city.

It was an exciting adventure!  I went up to belmont and started to walk about and look at all of the neat stores and things like that — but the most exciting part was going on buses I’ve never been on to get to the red line that I hate!  And instead of being deathly afraid of it like I usually am, I just found it boring!  I feel myself getting better all the time.

I wanted to eat somewhere, but nothing little was open, as it’s sunday today, and I was gonna make meatballs anyway.  so.  boo.

I talked to this one kid in a tobacco shop who was telling me about glass pipes.  I don’t know a thing about glass pipes.

“Yeah, they make tobacco really smooth.”

But I don’t really like tobacco in the first place, so I didn’t get one.

Nonetheless, I was excited to go in and walk around other stores too.  It would have been nice to have been with a group of people, though.

Or maybe not.  I’m not sure.  A group of people is sort of polarized, so I’m sort of at the mercy of whatever they want to do.  That’s kind of a trapped feeling which might just, like, make me anxious and things.

Ugh, oh well.  Meatballs call.