Moving On Up

I'm going to have to move in about six weeks and I have no clue where I'm going. I wish I didn't have limited funds so I had more options. I have a feeling I'm going to end up subleasing a place. I desperately need to live alone or with one person who isn't around much. I can't do the two roommate thing anymore. I'm to the point where I'm ready to go. It's like when you know something is about to end, you just want it to be over. I'm worried but not too worried--I mean, I have found places in less than a week before, but I'd rather take my time and not make a hasty decision because I'd like to live in a good place. I'm sure something will spring up, hopefully sooner than later. Tonight they started showing the apartment, which is annoying. I don't like random people walking through at any given moment. Ugh. This is going to be the summer of change. In a couple of weeks, I'm done with my internship, which will be bittersweet. Then a month later, moving. Oh well. Sometimes change is good. Time to move on (literally).

Today I walked several blocks in Lincoln Park doing a neighborhood update assignment. I had to write down every restaurant and bar I saw and now have to go through and update them. It wasn't as far as I thought, but it was hot as hell out. There's a restaurant that has an article I wrote about them framed on their wall. At least someone appreciates my writing. I do like helping people through my writing. Last night I checked out a friend of a friend's band. I liked them and will write a good review for them. I'm crossing my fingers in getting press creds for the upcoming fests. I think it might happen. At least it better.

I have a new theory that I can't fall asleep unless I go out and wear myself out. I think I've been struggling with insomnia for some time. If I go out and party, I can immediately fall asleep. But other times, my mind is going crazy with a bazillion thoughts and I can't sleep. I can't turn my mind off. I'm not suggesting drinking puts me to sleep because sometimes it does keep me up, I'm just saying I have to wear myself thin before I can really sleep. I'm not sure how I've learned to function on such little sleep. Maybe I'm just wired this way. Eventually it'll catch up with me.

On Monday, I got a call about a job I applied for. It'd be a part-time, steady job in the burbs writing real estate ads for a website. I have to write a sample ad which I've been spending a lot of time on. Luckily, my mom is a Realtor and has been helping me with the terminology like what a breezeway is (I learned something new this week). I find this funny because I've always avoided the fields my parents worked in. But, I think it might be cool to write home ads as I feel it'll "keep it in the family." Plus I'd get paid to write, but commuting back and forth an hour each way and working Sundays will take some getting used to. Hopefully this one will pan out.

Tomorrow I'm working a bike to work rally for Time Out. It's an all day event downtown. I'm not a biker and never will be. I know living in the city, biking is really practical, but I just can't get into that whole subculture, especially the hardcore bikers who look like Lance Armstrong. And why do bikers pull one pant leg up? I don't understand why they do that. I think my biggest concern is getting hit by a car. And when I'm driving or walking, bikers annoy me. Maybe someday I'll convert, but until them, I'm walking everywhere.

Tonight I'm going to a free concert, even though I'm exhausted from walking all day. Saturday I'm hopefully going to the beach to work on my tan. I'm also going to dye my hair brown again. No more blonde for me. Anyway, there's a lot more work ahead for me in the next couple of weeks.