[Sunday April, 15th 2007]
I should be tired right now, and I suppose I am in some ways but… I think that if this day were that much longer it would be that much better.
I woke up before my roommate this morning which was odd because I didn’t get to sleep until well after she went to bed and while I was in bed, my thoughts assaulted me for a good two or more hours after going to bed around 1:45am.
I’m pretty sure that I thought about almost every aspect of my life in those sleepless hours, from projects, assignments, work, and the events of the past few days and even weeks of my life as well as the things that I am sure will happen and a few things I’m unsure of but am hoping will occur. I promptly fell asleep again after I realized that I unfortunately had nowhere to be until 2:30pm or so.
I woke up again a few hours later, having slept a few hours later than I really wanted to, my roommate had gone and I was guaranteed at least 6 or so hours to myself. I kind of halfway rolled and stepped out of my bed, after fumbling for my glasses. I walked to my computer, checked the time and the weather and took about 2 steps to my closet and pulled out some jeans a long-sleeved grey shirt to layer over my camisole of the same color and a vintage black tee that belonged at one point to my Mom.
I took these items to the bathroom and took a really nice shower, after which I attempted to make pancakes that required eggs without any eggs (I’d run out) this of course was a bad idea and I knew better, I should have used the last of my half gallon of milk to eat cereal, but I couldn’t do something as simple as that. So I made decent-looking pumpkin pancakes that were not quite right. I was more than slightly disappointed, especially after reading reviews the night before about several great brunch locations in Chicago, complete with pictures of amazing looking food. I ate the pancakes anyway, and while I was getting ready for Frisbee I pulled out my yoga mat and did a few of the poses I still remembered. Then I asked Ben (on ichat) if/when he was going to Frisbee, he said he was and after a few min I finished getting ready and was about to go downstairs and get him when I opened my door and there he was, standing there with his arm up, ready to knock on my door. We both just stopped, smiled and started laughing, I said something about us both having good timing and we got on the elevator and headed downstairs to wait for Bree and Tom, so we could walk over to the park to meet up with everyone else to play Frisbee.
On our way over we passed 3 guys trying to throw around in Millennium Park and I said something about it, like we should ask them to play with us, before they get thrown out of the park for actually using a park like it should be used. Anyway, Bree decided to take me literally and she walked over to them and asked them if they wanted to play with us, she told them where to go and a few min after we got to the field we normally play on, these three guys showed up and we all introduced ourselves. We decided to throw around while we waited on everyone else to show up, but only Danielle and Peter showed up after our group got there.
Well I must say that for being such a small group on an awesomely wonderful day, we played so stinkin’ hard I am still recovering. I am not your athletic type of girl but I’m pretty sure that in the couple of hours that I played (and I played the whole time, there was no subbing out because there were just enough people to play 4on5 at first [they wouldn’t let me sit out] and then after about 5 min of play someone else showed up, I joined the other team, to be more even in talent, he’s awesome and I’m just so so, and from there we went almost non-stop) I must have ran more than I ever have in my life, I am exaggerating of course, but I was seriously considering pulling out the inhaler.
I really hate that thing. Albuterol is such nasty stuff, it makes your mouth dry and leaves an awful taste in your mouth that doesn’t go away, not to mention the fact that it leaves me jittery and kind of sick-feeling, I don’t care for prescription drugs in general, the way I see it, if I’m not going to indulge in the illegal kind why would I ever use the legal kind? Unless of course it was absolutely necessary, as in the case of my exercise- induced asthma, this is a small portion of why I’m not an overly athletic individual.
I really wish I rode my bike more though, I haven’t ridden a bike, and I mean every-day leisure or exercise, doesn’t matter, in probably 5 years. It is quite sad, especially since it was one of my favorite activities, pretty much my only real activity, when I was younger. There are many reasons why that activity slackened off, but that is something to discuss another time.
The Frisbee game went quite well, the other team won, but that was because Tom’s foot got stepped on, Danielle got fell on, the other guy got hit and that was no good, as for me and Ross(one of the guys we met, who is a chef) neither one of us were breathing to easily, me because of all the running, and him because of all the smoking he’d apparently done the night before. I was then asked if I’d attended the same party he was at the night before in Belmont, to which I replied “nope, I was studying” Danielle said “Good!” I’m pretty sure she thought it was got that I refrain from parties such as that, I would tend to agree. If the party consists of large amounts of alcohol being consumed in conjunction with the smoking of an entire pack of cigarettes by one individual, it’s not my kind of party. That is not to say I don’t like parties, I absolutely love them, especially when they involve lots of/sometimes few friends, possibly music, food(that’s a given, although not always necessary) and a fair amount of good conversation, I live for witty and meaningful conversation, it doesn’t even have to be meaningful if its just pain funny. Anyway after the game, Tom and I walked back to the building, because the rest of the group were going to throw around a little more, but since Tom hurt his foot(one of the guys stepped on it, it was getting pretty swollen) and I was tired, we headed back together. Along the way back we checked out the surrounding architecture and commented on the different building styles and the presence that they exude when you really look at them. It was a cool conversation, I always like hearing other peoples views on the environment around them.
When we got back to the Chicago Building, I headed to my room after the elevator emptied on the trip up to m floor, and when I got to my room I made a grocery list and decided that two weeks was to long to avoid going to buy groceries. This was not a smart thing to avoid, especially since I am leaving to go home on Tuesday, for an entire week, but taking this fact in to consideration I only got half of the things I normally would and those are things that I will finish in a couple of days and the rest are non-perishable, so I feel as though I did alright. After I went shopping and made it back in under and hour(which is pretty good, if I must say) I made dinner and sat back to relax and unwind with a movie, and while I was finishing the movie my phone started going crazy, and I jumped up ran across the room, trying to get my phone out of my coat pocket before it went to voicemail. I made it! My friend Jimmy was on the phone, just calling to say “hi” and to give me a break from working before he told me to get back to work! Jimmy’s fun like that, he likes to give me “advice” such as what shots to avoid if ever I decide to become a drinker, and he also mentioned the particular lure of Guinness and that the “Long Island Ice Tea” was something that was best left in Long Island. I told him that his concerns were duly noted and that I will be sure not to take a shot that in any way refers to Van Gogh’s Starry Starry Night, nor will I be indulging in that particular type of iced tea. It was such a funny conversation.
I went to the 162 in search of an art exhibition that a friend was supposedly in, but I couldn’t find it, so I talked to Margarite and half-watched “Forrest Gump” before I walked home to pack for my Tuesday morning flight.
I should be tired right now, and I suppose I am in some ways but… I think that if this day were that much longer it would be that much better.
I woke up before my roommate this morning which was odd because I didn’t get to sleep until well after she went to bed and while I was in bed, my thoughts assaulted me for a good two or more hours after going to bed around 1:45am.
I’m pretty sure that I thought about almost every aspect of my life in those sleepless hours, from projects, assignments, work, and the events of the past few days and even weeks of my life as well as the things that I am sure will happen and a few things I’m unsure of but am hoping will occur. I promptly fell asleep again after I realized that I unfortunately had nowhere to be until 2:30pm or so.
I woke up again a few hours later, having slept a few hours later than I really wanted to, my roommate had gone and I was guaranteed at least 6 or so hours to myself. I kind of halfway rolled and stepped out of my bed, after fumbling for my glasses. I walked to my computer, checked the time and the weather and took about 2 steps to my closet and pulled out some jeans a long-sleeved grey shirt to layer over my camisole of the same color and a vintage black tee that belonged at one point to my Mom.
I took these items to the bathroom and took a really nice shower, after which I attempted to make pancakes that required eggs without any eggs (I’d run out) this of course was a bad idea and I knew better, I should have used the last of my half gallon of milk to eat cereal, but I couldn’t do something as simple as that. So I made decent-looking pumpkin pancakes that were not quite right. I was more than slightly disappointed, especially after reading reviews the night before about several great brunch locations in Chicago, complete with pictures of amazing looking food. I ate the pancakes anyway, and while I was getting ready for Frisbee I pulled out my yoga mat and did a few of the poses I still remembered. Then I asked Ben (on ichat) if/when he was going to Frisbee, he said he was and after a few min I finished getting ready and was about to go downstairs and get him when I opened my door and there he was, standing there with his arm up, ready to knock on my door. We both just stopped, smiled and started laughing, I said something about us both having good timing and we got on the elevator and headed downstairs to wait for Bree and Tom, so we could walk over to the park to meet up with everyone else to play Frisbee.
On our way over we passed 3 guys trying to throw around in Millennium Park and I said something about it, like we should ask them to play with us, before they get thrown out of the park for actually using a park like it should be used. Anyway, Bree decided to take me literally and she walked over to them and asked them if they wanted to play with us, she told them where to go and a few min after we got to the field we normally play on, these three guys showed up and we all introduced ourselves. We decided to throw around while we waited on everyone else to show up, but only Danielle and Peter showed up after our group got there.
Well I must say that for being such a small group on an awesomely wonderful day, we played so stinkin’ hard I am still recovering. I am not your athletic type of girl but I’m pretty sure that in the couple of hours that I played (and I played the whole time, there was no subbing out because there were just enough people to play 4on5 at first [they wouldn’t let me sit out] and then after about 5 min of play someone else showed up, I joined the other team, to be more even in talent, he’s awesome and I’m just so so, and from there we went almost non-stop) I must have ran more than I ever have in my life, I am exaggerating of course, but I was seriously considering pulling out the inhaler.
I really hate that thing. Albuterol is such nasty stuff, it makes your mouth dry and leaves an awful taste in your mouth that doesn’t go away, not to mention the fact that it leaves me jittery and kind of sick-feeling, I don’t care for prescription drugs in general, the way I see it, if I’m not going to indulge in the illegal kind why would I ever use the legal kind? Unless of course it was absolutely necessary, as in the case of my exercise- induced asthma, this is a small portion of why I’m not an overly athletic individual.
I really wish I rode my bike more though, I haven’t ridden a bike, and I mean every-day leisure or exercise, doesn’t matter, in probably 5 years. It is quite sad, especially since it was one of my favorite activities, pretty much my only real activity, when I was younger. There are many reasons why that activity slackened off, but that is something to discuss another time.
The Frisbee game went quite well, the other team won, but that was because Tom’s foot got stepped on, Danielle got fell on, the other guy got hit and that was no good, as for me and Ross(one of the guys we met, who is a chef) neither one of us were breathing to easily, me because of all the running, and him because of all the smoking he’d apparently done the night before. I was then asked if I’d attended the same party he was at the night before in Belmont, to which I replied “nope, I was studying” Danielle said “Good!” I’m pretty sure she thought it was got that I refrain from parties such as that, I would tend to agree. If the party consists of large amounts of alcohol being consumed in conjunction with the smoking of an entire pack of cigarettes by one individual, it’s not my kind of party. That is not to say I don’t like parties, I absolutely love them, especially when they involve lots of/sometimes few friends, possibly music, food(that’s a given, although not always necessary) and a fair amount of good conversation, I live for witty and meaningful conversation, it doesn’t even have to be meaningful if its just pain funny. Anyway after the game, Tom and I walked back to the building, because the rest of the group were going to throw around a little more, but since Tom hurt his foot(one of the guys stepped on it, it was getting pretty swollen) and I was tired, we headed back together. Along the way back we checked out the surrounding architecture and commented on the different building styles and the presence that they exude when you really look at them. It was a cool conversation, I always like hearing other peoples views on the environment around them.
When we got back to the Chicago Building, I headed to my room after the elevator emptied on the trip up to m floor, and when I got to my room I made a grocery list and decided that two weeks was to long to avoid going to buy groceries. This was not a smart thing to avoid, especially since I am leaving to go home on Tuesday, for an entire week, but taking this fact in to consideration I only got half of the things I normally would and those are things that I will finish in a couple of days and the rest are non-perishable, so I feel as though I did alright. After I went shopping and made it back in under and hour(which is pretty good, if I must say) I made dinner and sat back to relax and unwind with a movie, and while I was finishing the movie my phone started going crazy, and I jumped up ran across the room, trying to get my phone out of my coat pocket before it went to voicemail. I made it! My friend Jimmy was on the phone, just calling to say “hi” and to give me a break from working before he told me to get back to work! Jimmy’s fun like that, he likes to give me “advice” such as what shots to avoid if ever I decide to become a drinker, and he also mentioned the particular lure of Guinness and that the “Long Island Ice Tea” was something that was best left in Long Island. I told him that his concerns were duly noted and that I will be sure not to take a shot that in any way refers to Van Gogh’s Starry Starry Night, nor will I be indulging in that particular type of iced tea. It was such a funny conversation.
I went to the 162 in search of an art exhibition that a friend was supposedly in, but I couldn’t find it, so I talked to Margarite and half-watched “Forrest Gump” before I walked home to pack for my Tuesday morning flight.
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