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what the fuck, oh faithful readers?

this is what i must say to you right now; because over the course of a week - perhaps even a couple of days - all of my plans have drastically changed:

1. i will remain in chicago indefinately, this having to do with no.’s two through five below…

2. my thesis is taking shape.  it has focus, it will be interesting and new, and i will finish it by may of 2006, rather than march.  since much of my research is archival work, i must have access to the art institute’s archives once or twice per week. hence above.

3. a new career opportunity has given me a back door to exhibition studies in the future while i get to do all kinds of super research: dramaturgy… and eventually set design.  for this, i have to credit my fabulous friend, leah morrow, who will probably never read this but is responsible for this potential career shift.

4. i have just found out about a summer program at northwestern at their merril school of alternative journalism.  it pays, and i will learn how to write in a more casual manner - magazine style, but more sophisticated than ym.  so i will learn how to write in a more relatable way and therefore be able to work as a critic and a writer… i don’t want to say too much about it here because i haven’t even applied and don’t want to jinx myself!  but, wish me luck!  there are only 10 spots.

5. two small opportunities that will pay some extra money.

all right, and all of this just hit me this week.  i am excited, and thrilled and nervous and just plain happy about it.  i am definately moving off of halsted, though.  this street is busy and i don’t like cabs and drunk people, even a little bit.  maybe i’ll get a place off broadway or in wicker park.  if you can think of anything, my chicagoan readers out there, i’m open to suggestions about which neighborhoods are quiet, green and beautiful but still convenient and have good restaurants, pubs, and movie theaters.  also i would like to move into a place where my neighbors will actually talk to me.  no high rises, perhaps a 6 or 8 apt complex would be nice…  ok, but that’s like at the end of June so i have plenty of time to shop around.

…also i’m going to see isabelle next weekend.  i’m happy about that too.  i *heart* you isabelle.  and i love madison, wi!  yeah!  happy 25th birthday sweet heart!!!

later, guys.

how do you like my new friends?   one is a painter and the other is a student.

you can make your very own avatars at these two websites: Tek Tek and Gaia

more to come, without a doubt

bored blogs are the worst.  i’m so bored, i got out of my jammies and came across two busy streets to a kinko’s computer to type this nonsense.  well, i guess i updated a few photos… and sent some annoying aim messages to chuck.  so it’s not a lost cause.

one of my favorite features of the chicago reader is the personal ads.  i don’t think personals are funny, like the people writing in them are losers or anything.  some people are too busy or shy or just plain too freaky (to ask for what they REALLY want out of a relationship).  i especially enjoy the *just missed you and didn’t get your number* ads. 

like this… me: boy, cute, shy. you: girl with the blonde pig tails and i-pod.  where: red line.  when: new year’s eve.  i thought you were cute and wanted to talk, but i’m shy and besides you were rockin’ out to your i-pod.

or, me: girl, fit and brunette.  you: girl, shaved head.  where: lakeview super muscle center.  we had a nice chat at the gym.  your name was kathy, or was it suzan?  i’m such a fool, but i would like to be friends with you, you seemed like a cool chick.

i always secretly hope i’m one of these people not because i want to hook up but because i think it would be cool to have a *just missed you* ad put in the paper for me.  i always wonder if these people find each other.  it’s like that movie, ‘you’ve got mail’ where meg ryan was way too cute and wanted to make me puke.  but when i originally saw it i thought how beautiful that kind of serendipity would be (or maybe i’m thinking about the *just missed you* ads).  wasn’t that another bad movie too?  am i just now faux-pas-ing with my indie friends who now think it’s uncool to hate meg ryan (yet it’s also uncool to like her)?  am i some kind of sap because i want to read the new emo book that just came out that i saw in the ‘reader’, that i secretly like to identify with those tortured suburban souls whose hearts are torn in two?  do i want to have another try at being an emotionally degenerate teenage space cadet?  sometimes i do, and sometimes i think i AM an emotionally degenerate 23 year old space cadet who likes personal ads and people watching.  except for the emotionally degenerate part.  and who says ’space cadet’ anymore?  when i was a freshman in college someone once told me i was like a cross between a hippie and a glam/space rocker.  i don’t know where he got it, and i think he was completely f-ed anyway.  at the time i WAS dating a self-proclaimed emo-guy/computer nerd/actor/weirdo.  which was nice while it lasted.  THAT was an emotionally degenerate time, but i was still a teenager.

I still have an unhealthy obsession with angela chase, guys, and i’m not kidding.  maybe i should write some fan fiction.

ps.  related links: My So called Life, Chicago Reader Matches: I saw you, Andy Greenwald

pps.  [1] angela pose, i find myself doing it sometimes. [2] angela in my favorite sweater. [3] one of the most beautiful photos of angela.

ppps. next, i dye my hair red.  next weekend.  really.  actually, it’s called ‘crimson glow’.