Chicago BlueZ.

So, I arrived in Chicago.  After a transfer at Philly which took much less time than expected (altogether, I got at the newark airport at about 9:30am est and got to my neighborhood in chicago at around 7:00pm est.  From now on, I’m going to be using central time.  If I should ever need to put some specific time on this blog again.  For some reason.

The first thing I did was try to get into the place I’m suppost’a be livin’ at, and it turns out I walked into the wrong apartment.  Luckily, no one was home, but it still freaked me out. 

So, post-settling my stuff down, I realized I didn’t actually know which room was mine, and so I put my stuff into the room that I thought I was going to be livin’ in.  It turned out to be right, but, you know; creepy creepy. 

So what do you do when you’re all sweaty from dragging your shit all around the country?  Sure, shower.  So, I stepped in and stepped out — but I didn’t bring a towel.  Why not?  Because I don’t have one: the three I had at home were all-but-ruined at Midge’s constant (and mostly needless!) washing and, I guess, starching.  I even meant to take a shitty towel, but I guess I forgot.  Either way, I used my sweaty shirt to dry part of myself off, and I just felt worse.

Perhaps the worst part: there’s no internet at my apartment!  Well, there might be, but I can’t sign on to it yet.  Either way, I was starving at this point, so I started walking around.  Jesus, it was hot out — and I didn’t even have any water left!  So that was my first point of business.  But what’s this?  Everything’s closed on the fourth of july?  Awesome.  After about two hours of walking around, I got some water and a little bit of something to eat. 

Upsetting.  So I got home and watched some really crappy movie (no offense, C. Eastwood, I like most of your other movies).  At around 9, I was totally exhausted, and started to go to sleep — oh, I forgot to note this: I don’t have a pillow yet, or blankets, or anything, because they wouldn’t fit in my bags, so I took a pillowcase and filled it up with a bunch of my clothes.  I thought it was pretty clever.  — oh, okay, so I started to go to sleep.  Then my roommates come in!  One of them is very nice, and I didn’t really explicitly meet the other ones, but I dunno how that’s gonna be.  Then more people come in.  Oh.  Some kind of party?  Yeah, I guess so.  I didn’t know anyone, and I didn’t care to know a few of the people there (who, after listening for a minute to them, were almost certainly assholes.) so I just started reading and trying not to sweat to death in my room.  It wasn’t until around 2 or 3 that they all left, and it was almost impossible to go to sleep until then.  They were *loud* — one kid kept saying, "bah-boom!" and I was about to go out and say, "Shut the fuck up, you idiots." but, really, 4th of july weekend + new roommate complaining = best first impression. 

I woke up this morning surprisingly not in a cold sweat (or, really, any kind of sweat. it was weird).  My phone was buzzing.  It was dying.  I scurried around my room for my charger, which I was convinced that I forgot.  Long story short, it was in the last place I would’a ever looked, BUT IT WAS THERE DAMNIT, so I’m okay now.

This is more information than anyone would have ever wanted to know about this, but I’m writing it for my records.  So what do I have to do?  Figure out this internet business, buy a lot of things I need (CAPITAL!  PRIVILAGE!), and do something productive with my time here. 

So how different are things really?  I’m writing this from a starbucks, which I am about two streets down from.  Yeah, life isn’t so different.  As much as I miss home, this is better for me.