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I'm itching. Trying to be patient waiting for the weekend. The part where I get to smile unabashedly. The part where I get to stop being serious and responsible and stop rushing to the cries of tikes. Where I don't have to wear functional clothes. I feel like I understand the decade of the 70's a lot better.

I. Am. Anxious. Antsy. C'mon weekend, let's get it on.

I've been listening to the weirdest mix of music and it's written all over my face. I've been writing letters and watching the day turn to night. I've been wondering how I relate to everyone and if I could maybe embroider than onto a blanket that corresponds with the contours of my body.

I'm so tired of saving up for a car. The process makes me feel bored. I hate that I have to get a car at all. I want to spend my money on stupid things, like tattoos and good food and paying off school loans, old dresses and worn in boots. These things make me miss the big dirty cities. All of them. Sometimes I just want to make a break for it. Oh well, it's just a bad storm with lightening. The burbs are the bermuda of the globe.

I am putting my imagination into practice. I've been struggling for so long to invent a dream and all of a sudden I have so many to strive for. It's all about magic and good living. And making things with my hands!

I'm a dork, so what?

They are re-airing the old V miniseries!!!!

YES!

Someday:

I want to have a big comfy bed that swallows me up and doesn't spit me out until morning.

TCOB(alldaylong)

Eat delicious burrito stump. Check.

Mend clothes. Check.

Dance around while the kids are at school. Check.

Laundry, clean up, etc. Check.

Enroll in one school and sign up for classes in another. Chhhhheck.

Read. Check Check.

Yes, you too can have it all.

Ugh

I'm so ridiculously tired. I went to bed so early last night, and still, I'm exhausted.

WHAT THE HECK?

For You, On a Dreary Thursday

(and you and you and you)

Zombieland

If I was bitten by a zombie, would you: kill me on the spot, wait until I became a zombie and then kill me, or run away to avoid having to kill me? OR I guess you could let me bite you so you'd be zombie too, but that would be silly.

Also: Better occupation: pirate or zombie killer? (No, you can't be a pirate zombie killer, sorry)

Shades Of Shades

Ever since the show a sort of gloom has washed over me and for the life of me I can't place it or shake it. Why? tends to leave a romantic gloom in the pit of my stomach when I listen to them too much, but I made myself switch to lighter music. Then my bro got sick, which made me downright sad, because you never want to see people you love in pain. Not to mention it's been raining all day.

I'm guessing it's a combo of all these things.

It can't help that I've been pondering life points a lot lately as well. Which gets me into trouble 7 times out of 10. Sometimes it's just overwhelming (life). The sheer scope of it all, makes me feel uncomfortable, like I'm gazing at the night sky. Sometimes you just feel absolutely tiny and worthless.

OI

What a topsy turvy life I live.

Tonight it's PBS' "Crafting in America" while crafting and thinking good thoughts.

Let it Be Known

Back in July of 2008, I was already starting to gripe about the ills of the Olympics coming to Chicago, but I just want to firmly state my opinion for the record:

I do not support the Olympics coming to Chicago. I think that it's going to involve a lot of gentrification of neighborhoods that are in bad need of TLC not athletes. Yes, it will bring jobs and pump money into Chicago temporarily. In addition to the temporary nature of those jobs and that money, the majority of those job will be low pay/low skill (see picking up trash after a big game, taking tickets etc.). Finally, Daly wants it so bad and I loathe him so by pure spite I hope we don't get it. You can pick up any Chicago paper for the last six months and you can read all the shady wheeling and dealing going down to get these games into this city.

Will I get excited and watch? Probably. I love Chicago and I think it's a great city and I know a lot of people are already beaming with pride and it's hard not getting swept up in the excitement.

But when all is said and done. Boo to the Olympics.

Also, I just watched an infomercial for High DEF. sunglasses, ha ha.