Thursday, August 23, 2007
see through me
I spent all day thinking of how to word and re-word a post. It was going to begin by exclaiming how much I really do love Chicago, and how fantastic my apartment is. Then, it was going to recount that one question he asked me last night. "Do you ever get lonely?"
It was then going to go into how I don't, how much work I put into not getting lonely, everything I went through to get where I am today. But, I would interject, just asking me that sets me off, and I was going to go into a long, detailed whine about missing people. Not really missing having a significant other, per se, but missing someone who I could call up, and say "let's hang out" without it requiring "catching up."
Then, just as I was finishing my choice of wording and deciding how the post was going to flow, I got a call saying "let's hang out." We went out to dinner (delicious), then watched the high def DVD of Children of Men (fucking beautiful). His cat sat on the edge of the couch behind me, claws playing with my hair, and it felt like home.
10:50 PM
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Wednesday, August 22, 2007
you were right
One of the things I have always hated about people is when they proclaim how much they love wintertime, but only when it's blazing hot outside. Then, in the winter, all I hear is about how much summer rules. I have never been one of these people. I know I love the winter much more than weather hotter than the depths of hell. I never complain about the cold in February, because I remember how uncomfortable it is to sweat and not be able to do anything about it.
It is finally nearing the end of August, and the temperature gods have finally stopped mocking us with promises of highs of 80 degrees, only to add enough humidity to make it feel twice as hot. It's finally getting close to Autumn. I can wear long pants during the days, and I absolutely love it.
Unfortunately, I cannot say the same about the interior of my office. Even though I work in an apartment which has central air, it is still somehow warmer in here than outside. Which, I might add, makes for some fantastic office-small-chat.
"Man, it's nice outside. Too bad it's freakin' 81 degrees in here."
"Really?" (Apparently I just assume my sweating when entering the office is due to the combination of climbing a lot of stairs and my need to get more exercise)
"Yeah, you didn't notice?"
"Umm, I guess not."
"Oh, well, you must be one of those people who doesn't have feelings."
10:30 AM
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Monday, August 20, 2007
remember that conversation we had about love?
Things I Will Always Hate About Summers Working at Booklog:
1. There is a corner on my morning commute, where the fancy mediterranian resturaunt lies across the street from the Persian gift shop and kiddie-corner from a Starbucks. This intersection, unlike any other on this busy street in North Chicago, is a 4-way stop sign, which apparently no one pays attention to besides pedestrians. Cars stop out of courtesy, but not obligation, which is apparent when no one looks either way before pounding on the gas. Which, more often than not, results in my almost getting run over. Almost mockingly, my favorite coffee shop is also located on this corner, so I am left constantly weighing my need for caffine in the morning against my will to not get hit by a car. Everyday, caffine wins.
2. On my key ring, there is a little red tab with the label "North Tower" accompanied by two keys. Whenever I see it, I think about how strangers would read that and think that my office is located in a castle, where there are indeed towers and one of them is bound to face North. This is not, in fact, the case, as I simply work in a 2 bedroom apartment above a liquor store on the North side of the street. The door, however, is made of metal and glass, and subsequently expands on humid days, which results in a noise so high-pitched and annoying that it almost makes me want to call in sick on exceptionall warm days. Sadly, I cannot afford to do that, and my eardrums curse me for it every morning.
10:45 AM
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Sunday, August 19, 2007
be the fool
i don't think i have the words to describe how amazing the last two weekends were, so i'm not very inclined to try. i would rather remember the feeling that it gave me in both, very different but equally fantastic, scenarios. i hugged my favorite boys, gave them presents which made them smile, joked around, was comfortable with near strangers, connected with family, connected with an old friend i barely remembered i had. i want to thank everyone involved for what transpired. thank you.
2:40 PM
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Thursday, August 16, 2007
please
I really want it to be real.
10:07 PM
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Thursday, August 09, 2007
heart to heart
in an email from my grandfather:
"if you suddenly have the urge to run around naked, drink some windex. it keeps you from streaking."
1:47 PM
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Monday, August 06, 2007
<3
11:46 AM
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Friday, August 03, 2007
and?
dear work,
go to hell.
love,
Nora
2:27 PM
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