Mo' Money Mo' Problems

A couple of days ago, I started a new blog. I have all these pseudo pictures of me passed out so I decided to put them into a blog. I find the idea hilarious. It'll give me the chance to something creative without having to worry about being edited and such. Plus it'll give me a chance to discuss my nightlife adventures in more detail. Eventually I'd like to start a blog of me riding mechanical animals. I took some photos of me riding said animals in NY, but I need more. For some reason Chicago doesn't have any mechanical animals to ride.

The past few days has been Artropolis. It's a huge art fair that happens once a year. It's held at the Merchandise Mart that's absolutely enormous. There's an overwhelming amount of art. They showcase both established and up and coming artists. Some exhibits are ridiculous in scope, but overall, it's a very cool thing to be a part of. If I was rich, I'd buy a bunch of art from struggling artists. I got a press pass and took full advantage of it. Thursday night was the opening night complete with free booze and food. My friend and I drank a lot of wine and mixed drinks. We went into the press room and lo and behold, Chinese buffet! This was awesome considering we're both poor. For the next couple of days, I had lunch in the press room. They had sandwiches from Charlie Trotter (fancy), fruit, muffins, soda, coffee, internet access-you name it. Oh, I also walked around and looked at a lot of art. I ran into some people I knew, too. The whole event really inspired me (hence the blog). I don't know why I don't draw anymore. I really should or at least do more photography. I write art reviews and interview artists and have befriended a few galleries in town. I wish I could be more involved, sometimes.

Last night, I went to another art party held at someone's gallery that had free beer and food. I think the theme of the past week has been "free." The only benefit of being poor is stumbling upon free food and drinks. I spent no money this weekend, either. Later last night, I went to see the band Foals play. They put on a good show. Sometimes I'm lazy about shows. I always want to go, but then going out takes effort.

I've been freaking out about some things. My taxes still aren't done and I fear I won't get that $600 which I desperately need. My "accountant" told me I won't get a check anyway because it'll go towards back taxes. I disagree. I think they'll cut me a check anyway. I really need to find a part-time job and quit my internship, stat. But, it's hard and I don't know how to find a likable part-time job or walk away from my internship. What's a girl to do? I have to do something. Today some guy Myspaced me saying he'd pay me $120 to walk on his chest for a photo project. I was seriously thinking about doing that, I mean, cash money! But I probably won't do it just because I don't want to end up in an alley way gutted. But, desperate times call for desperate measures.

This coming week, I'm working an event for Looptopia (an all night cultural event downtown) and I think on Saturday my roommate and I are having a little party. I wanted to cancel it, but my roommate still wants to have it. Maybe if I tell him I'll clean the entire apartment, he'll pay for the booze. Another note: I'm getting a new zip code. My zip code will be changed to 60642 come July 1st. Downtown is also getting a new zip. I'm writing an article for Time Out about it. I will have to call the post office tomorrow. I jogged on Friday but I need to keep it up, like at least 3 times a week. I've been walking a lot, too.

I think if I had money at this point, my life would be pretty good. It's continuing to be my number one cause of stress and insomnia. Oh God, where's that windfall?