Work Work Work

I feel as if all I've done all week is work. Not that this is a bad thing--it's actually a good thing--but I'm really tired as a result. I had a bunch of articles due but luckily got through them. Last night I went to the final night of Wilco's winter residency shows. I was pretty excited to have the chance to cover it. I even got to take pictures. I'm not the biggest Wilco fan in the world and am more familiar with their earlier stuff, but to hear them play for 2 1/2 hours was pretty amazing. I know a lot of people who would've killed to have gone. I remember the first concert I went to here in Chicago, Jeff Tweedy (lead singer of Wilco) was there checking out the indie bands playing. My friend wouldn't let me talk to him, but it was like God was in the room. He's such a great performer. And of course since Wilco is from Chicago, their album Yankee Hotel Foxtrot album cover has the Marina Towers on it. The first time I ever visited Chicago was right around when that record came out, so I just remember seeing the towers in person and thinking about Wilco. They've become a symbol of my life here in Chicago: both the band and the towers.

Speaking of shows, there's like 30 I wanna go to between now and May. I'm trying to put in requests for a lot of them, but you can't do it too early because sometimes lists aren't available until closer to the show date. Lately, I've been obsessed with words. I want my writing to be colorful, so everytime I see or hear a word that I like or don't know, I write it down. The same goes for bands I need to listen to. It's driving me crazy since I have pieces of scrap paper everywhere. I just want to be good at what I do. I'm trying to read a lot more, too. The new job is going well, but I want even more responsibility. I want to write more and have them trust me to write certain things. Of course if they'd actually give me the position full-time, I'd be more involved. The job is really training me too pay attention to details and to proofread everything, which is good. I always lacked proofreading skills in elementary school. That box always got checked on my report card.

I'm seriously looking forward to the weekend. Sleep. Partying. Got some writing to do. Going to yet another show on Friday then my friend's white trash/euro trash theme party on Sat. Sunday is the Oscars and I'm going to watch even though I don't really care who wins. I haven't even seen most of the movies nominated. I used to care so much about the Oscars--I even wanted to win one--but how times have changed.

It's beginning to snow yet again. I don't think winter is ever going to end. I have a feeling March will be a good month. I should have more money and hopefully get the chance to travel somewhere. I really need to go home for a weekend. And to Lexington. And Nashville.