I can honestly say today was one of the best days I've had in awhile even though I've had a lot of good days lately. I slept longer than I wanted to but I got up in time to accomplish the things I had planned. I made it to Dayton to see my dad. I was so excited to hear that he is going to be able to leave the hospital earlier than expected due to his speedy recovery. His therapist had to meet with him an extra time just to emphasize that he has to take it easy. He's a go-getter and refuses to let by-pass surgery slow him down. He reminded me of myself when I had my surgery and wanted to get back to normal daily life ASAP. I was only there for a couple hours in an effort to get back to cincy before the intense holiday traffic kicked in. I still hit it. It took me two hours for a normal 45 minute drive. I arrived home to a message from Steve that he got off work an hour early due to the holiday, excellent. We went to his brother Mike's gallery opening at the 1305 Gallary on Main. i was very impressed with Mike's artistic talent mostly because his style is what i consider to be good art if that makes sense. Then was dinner and a show at Sudsy's, good times. Steve dropped me off at home just in time for me to jump in as asshole in a game of the same name. After a round at Christy's, i went to Jon's for some of his leftover keg and then back to Steve's. I feel like I've been overly productive today though most of my activities were more social than anything. Today was the perfect start to what I expect to be a great weekend, it is only friday

I've known for about a month now that June 12th is my move out day. Today I finally bit the bullet and starting weeding through the shit I've accumulated over the past five years. Especially since I moved into the Victor Street apartment, September 1st 2002. All day I've weeded through boxes, bags and drawers and emptied shelves. I should have progressed more than I have but I find myself memorizing the looks of things before deciding its destiny. I've watched tapes recorded in my video camera, just to catch a glimpse of past drunkenness, only to make 'cleaning' harder on myself. I'm still having I hard time officially stating that I am packing, officially growing up has never appealed to me...

I decided to suck it up and go out by myself last night. Usually when I go out alone, I go to a live show. Instead I went to the Metro Smart Bar, a dance club, definitely not my usual scene. After about half an hour chillin by myself, I met a couple interesting guys, both muscicans. One was wasted, funny but borderline annoying. His friend was cool but tired of babysitting. I got to talk music for a while but soon grew tired of trying to screm over the beats from the turntables. They bought me a few drinks, which was excellent until the drunk one ordered us drinks and them realized he was out of cash. he's lucky I'm a nice girl. After they left I started talking to this guy who barely spoke english. I discovers his name is Danas and he's from lithuainia (hopefully I spelled that right). He talked me into hitting the dance floor because I guess that's his thing. He's the type to join in a 'dance off' in clubs. I still think I was a better dancer. We ended up going down the street to the Euro club just for the sake of a new environment. The scene was less snobby but most people were speaking other languages. Per Danas I discovered it was full of people speaking mostly Russian, Polish and Chechz. Danas was fun to hang out with but was offended when I told him I was going to get a cab home. He wanted to drive me. Not that I would have let him drive me home if he was sober but after he drank as much as I did there was no way in hell. On the way home in the cab, I saw two accidents on lake shore, one looked really bad. When I got back to the apartment, I tried calling my cell and discovered I was no longer receiving incomming calls. I was wondering why no one called me all day, I just assumed there was no love. I was happy to discover that Steve was still alive when I called. We spent quite some time exchanging pictures over MSN messanger. Mostly he was sending me pictures. I think i was on the phone until 6 a.m. and even then I probably could have talked forever. That's what red bull will do to you. I still have a red bull hyper buzz and that's after a few hours sleep.

It's almost 9 p.m. on Saturday and I have no plans. I haven't done much today mostly because of a hangover. I spent last night hanging out in allstars, the bar downstairs, and stayed there much longer than I should have...

time= 8:45 Chicago time; Arbor Mist= 1 (bottle); Miller Lite= 4 (excluding the one in my hand). I should be out checking out cool stuff in the city but I'm not. I have an aprehension of hitting the town by myself especially after I've already been drinking. Went to the bar downstairs (allstars) and played a little pool and won, enough said

Even though I'm not used to waking up alone, I did get to wake up to a phone call from Steve. I knew at that point it was going to be a good day. I got to mope around and load up on coffee for a while before I had to get ready for my interview at RH Donnelley. I successfully found the bus stop to get me to Michigan, just a block from their 70th floor suite. The building is almost right on the lake. I got to chance to catch a quick view out the window, amazing to say the least. The interview went OK. I just hope that I was able to impress a little. The sales position sounds like a great opportunity for me to get started with plus it wouldn't start until mid-July. That would give me more time to spend in Cincy before my big move. Walking back to the bus stop to catch a ride back, I gazed around in amazement. SO many people and it's such a beautiful day. I wanted to stay down near the lake but I was in heels, no fun. I'm in the process of cooking a TV dinner and planning where I want to roam for the rest of the day. And I'm off!

This weekend was going to be another drunken weekend in Chicago with my friends but since money is necessary for fun when visiting another city, it's just me here. Not that I have cash to hit the town or anything, just a prepurchased plane ticket and $60 for food. At least I have a place. My apartment is a lot more fun with a few friends and a couple bottles of liquer in the freezer. I've been up since 4:15 a.m. (Ohio time). I woke up to some fantastic green tea that got me through the 3 hour trek to a nap on the couch. I got to the airport just in time to get on the plane due to a late cab. I got to the apartment right before my sister left to go to work. Since she flys home on Thursdays it accounted for five of the 10 mins I got to talk to her today. I was supposed to meet with the store manager at Nichole Miller today but we rescheduled for tomorrow. I decided to walk all the way to 600 S. Michigan Avenue to check out the Contemporary Photography Center, my third attempt in the last three months and go figure it was closed. Since I didn't bring my info book I really didn't know what else to do so I just roamed around Milennium park kicking myself in the ass for leaving my Nikkon at home. I have yet to bring my camera to Chicago mostly because I'm afraid something will happen to it. You have to carry a camera to be a photographer so I'm just one step behind I suppose. Since it's thursday and the season finale of the OC I had to run to the store and pick up some Ben & Jerry's Cherry Garcia to keep up with the OC ice cream tradition. It's not the same without Kevin and Sara around but I did get to talk to Kevin beforehand. I would have called them during commericials like I usually do when we watch it in seperate locations but my phone it not working properly. I guess I should rephrase that, my service is not working properly. Something about a monthly bill?! If only had I car that started so I could go to work but that's a whole other story. Anyway I'm tired of type babbleing.