Yupsterdom

Yes, it's official: I've become a yupster. Just in a matter of days, in fact. It all started earlier in the week when I began housesitting for my friend who lives in yupster central, Bucktown. They just opened a Dairy Queen there, so you know it's yupsterville. For a few days, I took care of the chihuahua with my guy. We pretended to play house and it was fun. I told him, "I bet you never thought you'd wake up one day and have a live in girlfriend, a pet chihuahua and be living in Bucktown." Then half an hour later we went to a wine bar for dinner. Um, yeah. Yupsters. This trend has continued through the weekend. I didn't go to Pitchfork even though today I had the chance to take my friend's extra ticket. I already had tentative plans to go to Ravinia to check out some classical music. I mean, what the hell is wrong with me? Why did I chose classical over my indie/hipster music? Have I become that bored with my hipster status? I think so. I wasn't thrilled about the idea of Pfork this year anyway. It's hot and rainy and long days and I've seen a lot of those bands already. But, it's an experience. Everyone I know was there except me. But that's okay. I busied myself with other things this weekend. Friday night I had to go to the newly reopened Bottom Lounge because I had to write an article on the place. I'd been wanting to go, so it gave me an excuse. They have the largest deck I've ever seen. It's worth checking out. Saturday I went to Quenchers, yet another bar I've been wanting to go to. They have over 200 beers from around the world, even from Namibia and India. But no Iranian beer. Weird. Is there such a thing? Today I'm on my way to Ravinia to hear classical music. I got a couple of free passes for the lawn. You just sit there on a blanket with a picnic and listen to cool music. I've never been there either, so I suppose I did accomplish some things this weekend. It's always good to try out new stuff.

In a week I have to move. I have to be completely out of my place by noon on July 31st, which is creeping up. I'm going to move most of my stuff next weekend temporarily into a friend's place. Then just take the bare minimum over to my new pad. I will probably have to find a place to crash for a couple of nights, or maybe I'll sleep on the couch of my new place. Already, all my friends want to come over and use my pool, but I don't know. I'm not supposed to have guests. I don't want to get into trouble. But, I'll see what I can do. I can't let such a nice apartment with awesome amenities go to waste. It'll be nice to live alone for a month. No more messy boys. I should take a picture of my kitchen right now. It's unbelievable that we don't have roaches. I'm just ready to move the hell out and start living my yuppie life in the South Loop (which by the way is one of the hottest neighborhoods in the nation right now). Soon, I'll be back to being a nomad with all my stuff scattered across the city. I haven't figured out where to leave my car. And I have to forward my mail somewhere else until I get a permanent place. What a hassle moving is. I wish I could take all my stuff back home, but since my mom is moving soon, it's not feasible. I'm sure it'll work out okay. I don't want to even think about where I'll be living come September. I need to keep this stupid job I have and work and make money so I can afford to live alone all the time. But I know how restless I get at jobs. Gotta stay focused. Gotta keep writing and getting paid for it, too.

Lolla is in two weekends and I need to figure out how I'm going. I just don't want to deal with the hassle of getting into festivals anymore. But I have to see Radiohead even if that means buying a ticket. I wish I could talk Time Out into giving me a tix since they do owe me. And I'll be living across the street from the fest, so it'll be nice and convenient. Well, I have a couple of weeks to figure it out. I also need to get my car fixed. The insurance company is involved now but I feel they are a bit shady considering they spelled my name wrong five times on the form they send me. Five. Times. Um, yeah. Quality.

Tomorrow night we're playing Capture the Flag for Saucony. I don't think I even played that as a kid. I need to focus on moving and getting rid of some of my shit. After I get settled into the new place, I can begin concentrating on other things like writing more, especially fiction stuff. I have a feeling August is going to be a busy month. My friend wants me to drive down to Nashville with her and one weekend I'm going with some friends to Witch Lake in Michigan. Finally, some travel, but it's all so expensive with gas. At least it'll be split with people.

I just feel like my life is going through such transitions right now. I guess it's all really positive, but at times I get so frustrated. I feel directionless. I mean, how long will I stay at this job? It's not permanent but they did say I'd be there for a long time. Then what? What about what I really want to do for a living? Like I always ask myself, am I really going to write about bars for the rest of my life? When will I write this damn book I've been working on for three years? And I want to travel all over, but it's not a good time to travel, especially to Europe. And where will I end up living come September? And will my current relationship last? I guess I need to quit worrying and just let things unravel as they should. Easier said than done.