i have a vast variety too

now, i try not to get political up in here, but geez. people need to see this. i'm looking forward to thursday's debate.

i promise myself to treat myself

last night i finally accepted a weekly invitation from my roommates to go see a jazz trio at one of al capone's favorite hangouts.


i was discussing with my more paranormally inclined roommate whether or not he had ever sensed any ghosts or anything there. his response was negative, but i think he's always way more focused on the music than 'energies' and whatnot.

that said, i don't think i felt any ghosts, but it was a pretty lively scene, so maybe that drowned it out.

chicago is one of the most haunted cities in america, or something. that's probably a gross exaggeration (ew!). but i think i'm livin' in a pretty haunted area.

the first gay bar jeff took me to is apparently the home to a few murders. it also wasn't very gay when we went there. our friend lindsay (who is super psychically inclined -- we met in dream once!!) can't handle being there. she said it feels too intense.

both these places are super close to me. i gotta resurrect the homemade ouija board soon!

remembering nights of pavement dvds

i talked on the phone with bobby carlton tonight. i had to stop avoiding him.

remember this, bobby? do ya?


i also set up a yelp account tonight. bobby looovvves to yelp.

a day late and two wheels short

remember that bike i wrote about falling off?

remember how i said that the previous tenant of my friend's apartment had left it (unchained) in the backyard since march?

remember how i said i rode it home?

well it's lucky for me because my friend came over the other night and said that the girl came to his place that afternoon looking for the bike. that she abandoned in march. she expected it to still be there.

talk about good timing, eh? i'd say that's just a bit synchronous.

other than that, my life has been lacking synchronicity.

but look what a good healer i am!!

who i want to be when i grow up

i just realized that the blog i just blogged was such a shawn o'donnell rip-off.



i made a list and i made fun of myself and i talked about eating.



who am i.

just repenting some sins

things that make me feel guilty and assure me i won't be one of the lucky few on december 21, 2012:

- the way certain customers make me feel icky inside and i struggle to make eye contact with them

- the way i imagine that awkward middle aged women with fanny packs strapped snugly on their FUPAs are constantly thinking 'i'm so sad i'm so sad i'm so sad i'm so frumpy i'm so sad i'm so sad'

- the way i imagine bums sitting on benches along the lake bike path resent me for running for leisure

- i'm staring at a week-old cupcake that no one will buy and i'm seriously considering bringing it home to my roommate for his birthday

- i never call people i love to tell them i love them and see how they're doing

- maybe i'm having pms and that's why this just turned mushy and emotional

it feels good to share these insecurities with you, loyal readers. they're not all there are, but they're the only insecurities that make me feel guilty. the other insecurities are why i eat my feelings.

mmm ... self-loathing tastes just like chocolate chip cookies fresh out da' oven!

i hope this dream post doesn't put y'all to sleep

i had a dream during an unintentional nap yesterday that was such a perfect amalgamation of my day. it was kind of creepy, but also really beautiful and awesome.

mom and andy had to put the dog down yesterday. i, admittedly, am not so broken up over this fact. i am sorry that they are feeling so sad about it. hey, at least the cat is still alive!

i had this really heady conversation with two customers over the course of about 45 minutes that touched upon blogs, newspapers, electronic paper, war (and ken's theory that the internets will cure war -- make it vanish), the disappearance of money (i'm a non-belieiver), the singularity, 2012, Ego, peak oil and ancient egyptians.

during the conversation i said that 'a storm is brewing' (this is when we were talkin' doomsday), mainly because i just finished reading american gods for the billionth time and i wanna marry neil gaiman (we could have baby pandas instead of kids!!! look!):


my dream involved me avoiding a family gathering observing someone's death. there was a vicious storm and we evaded it but then people were setting off fireworks (dangerous during this kind of storm!) and a firework caused an enormous tree to fall and linsday was sitting right in front of me and she ran away but i was paralyzed and the top branch of the fallen tree tickled my nose. i almost died!

in the dream i was at the coffee shop again and i was talking to customers and thinking how twin peaksesque it all felt and then ken came in and was all 'why do you guys blame me?' and i screamed, 'DON'T YOU GET THE IRONY THAT I WAS ALMOST KILLED BY FIREWORKS AND MY BIRTHDAY IS JULY FOURTH?!?!??!!!'

then ken said something and looked at us and laughed (and this part got totally cinematic and matrix-y) and he put his hand on a milk steamer gadget (that doesn't really exist) and his hand sublimated and he died. it was suicide. he was a villian.

then my dreaming mind created this weird science-class-filmstrip style thing of a woman explaining the different phases of matter with her hands and how it was impossible for a person to sublimate.

then i woke up and felt weird. and found out a friend lost a family member. it gave a dark feel to the rest of the night and that crazy dream is still with me.

dork gone wild

on a recent night, i was biking home from a friend's place. it was definitely the fastest method of travel for the time of night and the state of public transportation in this city. the bike has been sitting in my friend's backyard since at least march, possibly longer. the brakes don't reaaalllly work (but my feet help) and the tires need air and the chain DEFINITELY needs to be oiled.

but it works.

anyway, i'm riding home, and in typically ally fashion, i got totally lost in the sky.

the moon in chicago fascinates me because it's really the only thing you can see in the sky. sometimes venus is visible, but that's not a constant.

so, i'm all stuck in la-la-lunar-land and still trying to ride a rusty bike and it's late and maybe i had a drink or two and i totally sideswiped a parked car and kinda crashed. my bike is really metally, and looks like the one pictured below, but in worse shape and with a metal basket.


oops.

i see the possible bad karma that resulted from the scratched paint as something the car owner is dealing with and deserves because cars contribute to global warming. right? RIGHT?

anyway, here's my bad karma:



it looks worse in real life. it's too brutal for the webcam to accurately pick up.

same hair revolution, same build evolution

this job makes me want to start a blog about how to tell if a cute customer is gay or not.

my only method of figuring that out, though, is asking coworkers that have been here longer than a month.

i guess i could just rant about cute gay customers that i wish were straight (for selfish reasons only, their damnation* is their problem).

* what? a man that stands on the street corner all day dancing to inaudible music told my friend the other day that he has the devil in him because he's gay.

bang bang shoot 'em up destiny

when i was running tonight (which topped last night's run as my best yet in the midwest. lake michigan is my fitness muse!), i was thinking how it's nuts that it takes 20 minutes of running before i'm really feelin' great and don't want to stop EVER.

i was thinking i should apply that somehow to other aspects of my life. i'm not really sure how. i thought maybe it could all tie into my obsession with ouroboros and cycles and the eternal return. any suggestions?

also, while running, i was thinking about the special we watched last night about the 16-year-old conjoined twins. this image nicely ties ouroboros and conjoined twins together:



last night i wanted to watch a special called 'i eat 33,000 calories a day' but baseball won out. so i came home and stayed up til 3 am watching youtube videos of morbidly obese folks. here's a gem i found (more running inspiration, i guess), which i'm pretty sure this woman made as a joke so i don't really feel so bad posting it:

ask and ye shall receive

the aliens from the UFOs that i wasn't seeing finally came and found me downtown last night:



what is also synchronous about this photo and last night is that i ran into two of my friends on a really crowded midnight train just a few hours after this photo was taken. they were telling me about some stupid joke from some stupid america's next top model commercial that said 'beam me up ... fiercely.'

sexy in the windy city

within one city block today, i saw two very different-looking people donning apparel deeming them 'sexy.' you are what you are. why you gotta rub it in my face?

the first person was a cross-dressin' drag queen, and not (in my opinion) a sexy one. s/he (i've learned in my barista days to tread very lightly around gender-specific pronouns) was wearing a midrif-revealing t-shirt that said 'SEXY' in glitter letters.

the second person was a chubby gal dressed quite plainly with huge silver hoop earrings that each had 'SEXY' in script in them.

is that synchronicity? or is it just proof that everyone has a sexual beast writhing within them, just itching to be released? AM I THE NEW CARRIE BRADSHAW?? all these questions!!

who has the answer?

chicago is non-stop excitement!!!

yaaawwwwnn ...



i think i'm gonna be a teacher when i grow up. this is what i look like after 45 minutes of reading west coast grad school program descriptions.

THERE IS NOTHING SYNCHRONOUS ABOUT ANY OF THIS.

total paranoia

one gripe i have about living in this god-forsaken city? too many airplanes!!



how'm i ever going to spot a ufo when there's so much human air traffic? i hardly even pay attention to lights in the sky now!

i can see the moon, and i saw venus the other night. that's about as good as it gets around here, though.

this cat was named after the one and only ...

montel williams.

meet monty, one of my roommates!!






he's handsomer than his namesake, if you ask me!

i hope you faithful followers are ready for lots of cat-filled posts! i promise not to post (or take) any photos of his poop-ridden butt fur. so gross! but my roommates claim they cleaned him up for me the night before i moved in. sweet, eh? they also told me to feel free to clean the clumps if i ever get the urge. 'it's not so bad,' they say.

two weeks in chicago

i had a premonition come true today!!!

i've got about two weeks off from the cafe, so i've been searching for a part-time waitressing gig. when i was heading out to get/fill out applications today, i was thinking about how the key to winning a job would be if the manager/owner is there when i get/fill out said application.

the second place i went into, that very thing happened. and i was hired.

it's a pizza place, not that big, i'm not sure i'll be making the money i made in august, but that's okay.

it was still psychic as all get out.

i told my *new* manager after he hired me about the psychic wonderment of it all and he said, 'wow, you're a freak!'

sucker.

tomorrow is the first day of the rest of my cat-roommate life

i'm watching a show on t.v. about kid beauty pageants and i'm wondering if judges of these pageants feel a sense of pride at their job titles.

speaking of bad parenting, here's the most depressing sight of the day:

today after breakfast/brunch/lunch/meal-of-the-day, jeff and i were standing outside the restaurant waiting for troy, both of us lost in our own post-feast dazes. there's a sidewalk patio at this restaurant.

a mother of five (she didn't look a day over 27) walked by with a train of offspring and the two oldest kids screamed 'sugar!!!' and started stealing sugar packets from the table of a horrified-looking middle-aged upper-middle class couple.

the mom yelled at the kids (kind of). the stunned diners yelled at the kids. jeff and i laughed out loud! shamelessly!

then another child pushing a double stroller containing two really small kids -- one filthy and passed out, the other filthy and awake -- walked by the same table. the kid pushing just kind of stared, wide-eyed, at the table and grabbed a single sugar packet. the man eating at the table said 'your mom already yelled at your brother and sister for taking sugar.'

it was so sad. the mom just didn't even care.

if we had been sitting at the table, i woulda given them all the nutrasweet!! those lil' rascals!

movin' in with a ragtime band

an update for anyone who still checks this while i've been sort of m.i.a.:

tonight, after my second shift at my job, i landed an apartment! it's one block away from the job. and it's with two fun dudes who play in a band.

so everything is coming together quite nicely, which has me thinking that chicago was the right choice for the Big Move. aligned stars, etc etc

as far as chicago synchronicity ... i'm not sure if there is any. or maybe there's too much. i kind of think that the apartment is synchronous.

and i don't miss saratoga yet. sorry.