Man oh man!
How much am I loving my new life? I can barely recall the depression and bitter cold of the few last months. I look around my large, pimped-out room and out the window, and an enourmous smile threatens to split my face in half. Even boring-ass Tuesday nights are just gravy now because I am not sitting on my ass alone, I have lazy partners in crime. Just walking to get burritos at 9:30pm is fun with these guys. How the hell did I get here? I look in the mirror and barely recognize the exhuberently happy person I see before me.
I decided I am going to keep a notebook, like I used to, with everything I did over this year. It is a wild ride that is going to get old really fast OR take me to places I have always wanted to go.
Even the driving/parking situation has not been bad at all, but wait until the Cubbies come back to town. I'll have to park south and take the Red Line up.
I did something pretty stupid. At the time it was great, but in retrospect, it will probably mess things up in the long run. Maybe I should not overthink this delicate situation and just go with the flow, but I feel like Trishelle on the Real World right now (except alot smarter and not as emotionally involved.) They should make a reality show in my apartment. I bet it would be pure comedy.