A clash of cultures.

Ok there seems to be this little riff going on at work. See we bought all these games for the break room, like jinga, monopoly, checker/chess etc. I was crabby at work so I was eating in the break because there were too many people in the office. So I said to recetionist that we should play a game. She picked checkers becuase it would be the easiest and the quickest. Well it turns out there are some, well I'll call them made up, rules to checkers. So we are playing and S makes her way to my side of the board and gets a King. I'm all no big deal, though she won't move any of her checkers out of her side so I can get in, they still aren't going anywhere. Well then she tries to move like three spaces with her King to Jump me. I'm all what the hell are you doing. You can only move one space at a time. Well its starts this whole big thing where in we need to break out the rules. Half the people at work though really thought thats houw you play the game. There really seems to be a divide along the lines of where you grew up. Thats the best I can figure. Seems a little crazy to me though as what would be the point of the game once a king has been made if it can do whatever it wants. There was actually quite a big of discussion about it throughout the day. I'm happy to say that we did break out the rules, and i was right. I can always live with that.

There's a fucking mouse in my house.

Ok I know I have an apartment, and I've been trying for almost a week to pretend that it wasn't there. I know you wondering how one can pretend something is not there, but before last night I hadn't actually seen the stupid thing. See I guess its NOT actually in my house per say, however its seems to live in the entry way to my front door. I noticed the other day there were paper towels and a rock outside my front door that appear to have come out of the hole in the frame. Now I was pretending because I didn't stuff paper towels in there. I was trying to assume that whoever live here before me would not actually think that a viable option to fill the whole, but apparently I give them too much credit. Anyways, like I said I was pretending that it wasn't there, being that I hadn't actually seen it.
Well last night I opened up the door and turned on the light, and this little thing crawled out of the air conditioning. Then it proceeded to crawl up into a whole that I would guess goes under the stairs to the apartment above mine. Ish. I do actually have all my christmas stuff out there and now I'm not sure I will be touching any of that anytime soon. Hope it doesn't get really hot because I'm sooooo not touching the Air conditioner, which I think I might now actually be afraid of.
I really don't know what to do about the mouse becuase I don't think I can do the whole trap thing, and I'll be real honest and say that Idon't know how else to get rid of it. I mean seriously if filling the whole with paper towels didn't work I really don't know what will. On the plus side I'm happy that it was not a rat. As I was kind of freaked out at the idea of a rat being in my house. Ever since I saw this HUGE ASS rat run across the street and down the alleyway between my building and the building next to mine.
Seriously I just want a normal apartment where the only living things are people. Is that really too much to ask. You would think not but apparently it is.

I hate the bus

Ok so after a long trying evening at work where almost no one showed up for work, I left to take the train home. Now the subway is closed for the redline train due to the stupid consturction. This is irratating enough. The trains however were suppose to be re-routed over elevated tracks so that you can of course get into and out of the Loop. Ok no big deal, right no wrong. Apparently on Madison and Wabash there was an accident in which a crane fell through the pavement and hit a building. http://www.chicagotribune.com/news/local/chi-070519crane-accident,1,5123458.story?coll=chi-news-hed

Then all the trains and bus had to be re-routed. Well I just assumed that maybe they would have this issuse fixed by 11pm and I wouldn't really have any issuses. I was wrong. Only problem is that the only information I had was that the trains going into and out of the loop weren't going down Wabash. No information about where you were suppose to get the train. SO I thought to myself I'll just take the bus north and get off at belmont instead of walking to each train station not knowing which one was open.
Turns out this was not a good plan. Because well the bus I needed to take wasn't running, or that what I heard. But honestly I don't know which was the right bus except that the one I was on was not the right one. Try as I might to get off on time to try another route I could not. I could actually move in the damn bus because it was soooooooooo fucking crouded. I seriously had to breath slowly to keep myself from having a panic attack it was that bad.
So then I get off at the next stop which was apparently 22 blocks north of where I needed to be. So I walk across the street cause other people walked across the street, and I asked this couple that I thought was waiting for the bus. They were like you are WAY to far north. Turns out I was in uptown.
Heres were the story works out in my favor. I asked if any of the buses would go to belmont or near there from the stop I was at since there was no map. Then i was just like fuck it I'll take a cab. But they were like we are going south we can just share a cab and drop you off. Which they did even though I really didn't have any cash. They would even take the cash that I did have. I'm was really very surprised that they were soo nice. I can see my mom freaking out right about now reading this. But they were an average couple in their mid 30's. It was seriously crazyness. Now its almost midnight and all I want to do is go to bed. Shitty day shitty night but in the end good people. And no mom I don't normally get into a cab with people I didn't know, but it did seem slightly better option than waiting on the corner for a cab (which was already taking forever for one) by myself. Moral of the story I'm only riding the Belmont or Lincoln buses from now on. And I hate the CTA not that its thier fault this time. I just need someone to blame.

why not to buy from street vendors

Almost everyday I work I walk past the corner of State and Madison, and never really though twice about it until today. Everyday there was this man on the corner selling newspapers. Not that I ever bought one from him, but he did have every paper imaginable to sell. He would often say hi or something along those lines when I walked past. Well apparently he sold cigarettes too for five bucks. Stolen of course, but a lot of the people I work with used to buy from him. Well this is how i come to learn he's been gone for days. Arressted in NY for murder, after fleeing the Chicago nine days ago because apparently he stabbed a women 62 times and left her in his apartment. http://cbs2chicago.com/local/local_story_138140025.html The guy looked a lot more normal sitting on the street corner everyday. If one could look normal sitting on a street corner. He had really long dreads before and there was a picture of him in the sun times today. I think people actaully saved the paper at work.
Moral of the story is don't buy anything from people selling things on the side of any street. After all if you can be wanted for murder in NY and still right in the middle of Chicago. He was even arrested once. Crazyness. Just crazyness.

What fun this would be if I was 10 and not 27

For a long time now, I've been thinking to myself as I walk down the street across from my dwelling, "what is going on in that store front with the door open, and the windows all covered with white paper? Why is there L Ron Hubbard book is some of the windows? Most importantly why is that the only person I ever see in there is a half dressed old man, and why can't he have more clothes on? The only clue one is given is that all the books talk about Dianetics which isn't much of a clue to my liking since I have no idea what that word means. All I know is that on occasion when the door is open there will be one rarely two people inside the door, talking or something with an old fan on. All I can conclude logically from that is they have no air conditioning. When the door is open and the half dressed man is the only one inside he'll stare at me with the piercing eye's of a kidnapper who's tries to entice children with candy.
The whole buildings gives off the feeling of overwhelming evil. Something goes on in there, and by leaving the door open they want you to see. Yet at the same time they cover all the windows, so you can do no more than catch a glimse as you walk by. I do not dare stop to take a closer look, as there is always the half naked man starring as if daring me to come nearer.

An update

I haven't really done anything exciting in the last few days, but I just thought I'd update and let you all know that I'm feeling a million times better. I've decided that I'm going to focus on my own life for awhile which I think will be good. Namely getting my body taken care of so that I'm in less pain. On that note I've been going to physical therapy twice a week, and I really think I'm starting to feel better. I've also committed to doing my excerises everyday since they help my back, and they actually make me feel better all around.
I've also been reading quite a bit which makes me feel better. I read A Tree Grows in Brooklyn which is really a very good book. Currently reading An Empire of Weath: The Epic History of American Economic Power. Which I'm pretty sure no one cares about but me. Maybe T would find is interesting, but I would venture to bet it might even be outside her historical interests. Anyways I'm pretty excite about it.
The only down side of life right now is that I can't seem to eat anything. Now worries this is not an emotional problem, its actually an allergy problem which persents itself about the first week of every May. I am however trying to make sure I take my allergy meds eveyday which if I'm successful would be a first.
For all of my friends and family I'm enternally gratefull. When Life happens its always intersting to see who will be there by yourside. You'll notice I said life and not when bad shit happens, becuase I really think what happened was for the best for both of involved. As is the case sometimes it just takes a bit of thinking to get to that point. Anyways thats all I really have for now. And no worries i'm sure I'll have something to bitch about soon enough.
I am looking for an apartment again. Maybe a roomate if anyone knows anything etc.

Of sad things

I'm sure most of my readers know this but Jon and I broke up this past friday. I'm not going to blog about the details of the relationship becasue honestly that would be unfair to him. He has been nothing but fair to me, so I will not disrespect him in that way.
I will say only that I'm feeling more that a little sad right now, not that I won't be ok cause we all know I will. Anyways I can use all the love and support of the friends I have even if they think I haven't been around much. I hardly ever ask for help, but I think right now I could really use it.
I don't have much else to say right now, since I'm not feeling whitty or commical in any way. All I ask is that you if you feel like posting comments to this that you also choose not to disrespect myself or Jon. I will just delete the comment if you choose to do that. That really all I have for now.

So many choices!!!

So I finished up the book T bought me for Christmas along with all the books I borrowed of M's months ago. I realized today that I'm in a really big reading mood, so on the way home from work I made a pit stop to powells book store. Now I normally don't find much in the way of books to read from there, in fact I've never before made a purchase. But today I was just strolling along and thought what the hell can't hurt to look. Now for those of you who have ever been to a book store with me will know this already, but I don't really pick books for any reason other than the cover looks interesting. I know I know you can't judge a book by its cover blah blah, but it turns out I can and I normally do a pretty good job. The problem with Powells is that you can't really see most of the book covers, so there is a lot of pulling out and putting back that has to go on before you really find anything.
Today however I was in a pleasant evnough mood that doing this didn't seem too terribly hard. I was around for 15 20 minutes, and was just about to leave and I decided what the hell and pick a book (now one can say this more often at Powell's because the book are like 4.95, and all in all a bad choice is really about the cost of a cup of coffee). Then I walked around the store like eight more times. As I was getting ready to leave I decided on another book by Jane Austen because well lets face it I love Jane Austen. Then I managed to pick up three more books on my way out, from the same place I walked through like ten times. I tell ya I dont' know what is wrong with me.
Now I have five books and I really don't know what book I want to read first. Don't start telling me that I should just read them all at once. I'm really not capable of that. Plus then which one do you start first. Ahh so many choices I just don't know what to do.

I hate moving

Ok I hate this moving process. I've decided more than anything because in includes all the things I hate most about everything. Calling people, them not returning my phone calls, packing, cleaning, looking for somewhere to live, having money. It all just really blows a big fat one. The worst part is that I can only afford to pay 8ooish dollars a month, well I could probably pay a little more but then there would really be any money left for food or anything. Then only thing I can't really live without is the internet. Turns out all the apartments I can afford are in rogers park. Which sort of blows because Rogers park is not really what one would call a great neighborhood. Its starting too look like I can't really afford to live in what one would call a great neighborhood. So yes I'm tired my neck hurts, I didn't go to work today, I'm most likely terribly PMSy, and now wicked depressed because I've been looking for apartments that I can't afford all day. This is why I live where I do cause I get tired of looking after like five minutes and just want someone else to do the work for me. Though I can't really start here because I can't afford the outragous utilities. ugh. I'm am crabby. But if anyone wants to just do the apartment finding for me that would be great.