Look Up!

Today I started yet another temp job. It should last anywhere from 2-6 weeks. At this point, I really need money, so I'll suck it up and do it. I really need an entire new wardrobe of clothes especially since I was a load of clothes with chapstick and now a bunch of my stuff is ruined. Someday I wish for the chance not have to do something painful for money. I'm sick of whoring myself out for the corporate dollar. Anyway, the job is scanning bar codes and putting files in boxes. Fun. I have to lift boxes. The worst part is I'm blocked from my email so I can't even check it all day unless I spend money at the Kinkos next door to get on the internet. Blah. But, I'm just glad to be out of the house all day. Plus it buys me time to find a better gig. I want a cool job but maybe they don't exist.

So far this week, I haven't drank much. This is a new concept for me although I have plans to drink tomorrow and Friday night. I like this sobriety thing. It gives me more time to get things done. I wonder how long it'll last. Until tomorrow at least. Next week I'm getting a new roommate. I'm so happy my douchebag roomie is moving out and my friend is moving in. I don't think I can take getting woken up at 6am anymore and having to clean long, black hair out of the sink everyday. Gross. My new living situation will nonetheless be interesting. I've heard some negative feedback about my soon to be roomie from his soon to be former roommates, but I think no matter what he'll be better than the roomie who's thankfully leaving. It'll be strange to live with someone I didn't initially meet off Craigslist. There is another factor involved that could eventually complicated matters but hopefully that won't arise while we're living together. I do have some boundaries. I think. I want to have a dinner party to commemorate him moving in, but it'll take some planning to get everyone together. Of course, I will instill other people to cook. I'll just invite people.

Last night I saw Handsome Furs in concert. It was just a husband and wife duo playing guitar and a drum machine, but it sounded so damn good. I'm in love with them. They were so pleasant and approachable. I want to move to Montreal with them (where they're from). I have a minor obsession with Montreal right now. So many awesome bands are from there. I have a French friend who lives there so I have a reason to visit. I once had a dream I traveled to Montreal. It was cool. Maybe when I get my passport, I'll first put it to use there then France.

Tonight I had a "coffee date" with a certain someone. I realized this was the first time I have ever been completely alone in a public setting with this person even though we've known each other for months. Everytime we've hung out, it's been a group setting, usually a drinking setting. So in a way, it was refreshing to actually talk in a mostly quiet and sober place for a while. Recently some events have transpired, but we thankfully didn't discuss the transpiration at this juncture. It's funny to think how some things have a way of coming back to you. It's like a volcano: for a while it's dormant, latent, then one day it unexpectedly rumbles and reignites. You realize those inclinations have existed the entire time but were subconscious waiting to explode to life again. Nothing is ever over--maybe for a while--but then when you're not looking, it hits you in the face. I'm finding myself lately going back to things I began at the beginning of the year. I never imagined how certain things would still be going on this late in the year, but I don't mind them. Like where I'm working now is the same building I worked for a couple of months last fall. I seem to always end up where I started with everything in my life. I don't know if this is good or bad, but there is a reason for the circles. Maybe this time around, I'll be smarter about some things. I'm anxious to see what'll happen.

I feel like I'm on the verge of something. Things are materializing on the periphery, the water is beginning to boil. Transitions are ahead. Hopefully despite the uncertainty, everything will come together nicely and fit together like a puzzle. I just need a little push. Today, I received an email from Time Out Chicago about interning with them this fall. It went into my spam box, so luckily I checked it. I'm excited at the possibility of this especially since I didn't get that other job with them. I hope it works out. Of course that means I won't be able to work full-time, but I'll manage somehow. It'd be a tremendous opportunity for me. I'm also trying to write for a couple of other local publications that pay. I hope all of this works out because I won't be happy until I'm making a living as a writer. I don't know how many times I have to say this, but I will find a way to do it, dammit. This weekend is Wicker Park fest. I went last year and it was so-so. I will probably go again because it's close to my place. My friend and I had an idea to sit outside and sell lemonade. No one ever sells lemonade anymore, not even kids. I wonder if we can get away with it. I guess I'll find out.