greetings from chicago

Meagan was right. This place IS amazing!

cue up the sufjan

YES.

my new suede shoes

OUCH

SO. Yesterday I went for a bike ride in OP. And I totally WIPED OUT going around a corner. I bent up my bike and I’m all cut up and bruised and bleeding. I’m sure the patrons at the QuikTrip on Roe were wondering what a bloody, dusty homeless-looking person was doing in that part of town.

I woke up today and I am sore EVERYWHERE. Good thing I don’t have an elegant out-of-town wedding in a museum to go to in 5 days. Good thing I’m not wearing a short strapless dress that will show just how freaking accident-prone I am.

my gross hand and my hamburger elbow

RAW

friday five

So it’s been a million years since I did this, but that only maintains my personal ideal to start a lot of projects I can’t finish (see 365 project. It was fun while it lasted.)
1. If your car/bike is wrecked (if your mass transit service goes belly-up), do you know what you would do to replace it, perhaps even have the car or bike you want already picked out?
I’d like to think I could afford a Mazda 3 Hatchback. It was love at first test-drive.

2. A client/friend gives you a lottery ticket, which wins you a prize worth (after taxes) ten times as much money as you earned/received last year. What will you do with it?
PAY MY STUDENT LOAN OFF (and my credit cards). God, that thing is such a ginormous, annoying burden (go private college). I help my parents move to NZ, and then go on a huge worldwide trip

3. Fight or flee?
Sucker punch, then flee.

4. Someone performs a random act of kindness for you. If you wish to pay them back, would you write a poem, bake, buy something, or what?
If I know them? Homemade card or cupcakes or a meal. If I don’t, I will smile nicely and maybe nod. (You really want a hug from a stranger?)

5. Your manager commands you to pick a charity to contribute to. Do you resist? If not, which charity would be your first choice?
Probably one that supports local food pantries.

tide to go

this shit’s for real, guys.

why aren’t you at the ER already?!

This site’s a total scam. I know it’s over the top, but I go in there and put my symptoms in, and the SECOND I put in that I have a sore throat it falls off its chair, and pleads with me to seek “immediate medical attention.” When I put in that I’m having difficulty swallowing, it gets so panicky I’m afraid it’s going to notify the local hospital for me. I’m no medical genius, but I’m quite sure there’s no reason for alarm when you just have a simple sore throat. Also, I’m sure the nurses at your doctor’s office avoid the phone calls from people who have obviously been on WebMD and been given a death warrant.

Saying this, I’m going to go get it checked out, and they’re going to tell me I have throat cancer, and WHY DIDN’T I SEEK IMMEDIATE ATTENTION?! Why didn’t I just heed WebMD’s warnings just this once??

overmedication

So I’m reading dooce today (new obsession) and there was this video on there about overmedicating kids. It was totally a mom-thing, but a good topic nonetheless. It reminded me of a trip I had to the psychiatrist when I had just started high school, and this was someone I had seen since primary school. I merely mention having occasional (and mild) panic attacks, and out whipped the Rx pad, and by the time I’d finished the story, she had written me a year long prescription for Zoloft. For a glorified breathing problem. Didn’t even explain how it would help, it was just “You’re obviously stressed. Try this and tell me how it works.” Even after I declined, she kept asking. It was like she was waiting for any excuse to give me antidepressents, and if you know me at all, you’ll know the last thing I need is an upper.

my one and only post about sports

So the Royals are good again! This is as foreign a thought as any. The very idea that I’m having a hard time getting tickets is equal in my mind to not being able to find tickets for Yanni in a college town. I’m all for the Royals having packed games, but once if they start losing all those crap fairweather fans are gonna turn on them faster than you can say “Greinke’s having a Nervous Breakdown”. Regardless, they’re 18-17 right now, which is a vast improvement on last year’s total waste of a season.

Dear Brain, IT IS TUESDAY

A co-worker is getting married this week. A collection of people had gathered for goodies and cakes to celebrate such a fact.  With many, many people listening:

Me: So when are you getting married?
Him: This Saturday.
Me: Wow, so tomorrow’s the big day.
Him: Tomorrow’s Wednesday, so I don’t think so.
Me: * Smiling queerly* Cubicle fever, aye?
(Everyone stares)

Firstly, I am stuck inside all damn day staring at two screens. Secondly, I’m stressed the hell out b/c of deadlines. Thirdly, WTF Laura-brain, thanks for publicly embarressing me. AGAIN. Fourthly, it isn’t Friday?

would it be weird if i loved these?

I can’t choose which one of these I want most.

BEST EVER