If you read my post about my
rotten guitar playing, you'd know how pleased I am to report that I had a good guitar lesson today. My teacher was all about high fives, and he said he's been waiting for this break-through lesson. He went on to say, "Man, your pinkie came to
play today!" I got all the way through We Dance by Pavement, and I have to hand it to my teacher for pulling off the vocals while he played along with me.
If you read the
post about the crazy roommate who stole a bunch of shit when he moved out, I'm happy to tell you that he gave us back most of the stuff he stole, but he also told us to hold off on cashing the checks he gave us. Although I'll never use it, I am very pleased to have my decanter back safe and sound. Wait, I just re-read that roommate post, and I didn't tell you that he stole shit. Well, he did, and we got it back.
I'm into
summer job mode taking pictures at Navy Pier, and I have the farmer's tan to prove it. A friend of mine recently asked me why I don't do something like this full-time, since I talk about this dumb job more than my "real" one. He makes a point, but I don't know . . .
Just when I started getting "involved" with someone, I meet the four, female, attractive, medical students that moved into the bottom unit of our two-flat. It's hard to explain, but some of you Chicago and ex-Chicago readers will understand what I mean when I say it's so hard to be committed to anyone in the summer. It's something about people out more, girls wearing less, everyone's seasonal affective disorder has subsided, and there is a street festival every weekend. We just appreciate our summers in these parts, and people get together more, you'll just have to trust me on this. Anyway, I just started to really dig on this new girl I'm seeing. Don't get me wrong, my eye still wanders, as it always will, but I didn't get that agitated, "I have to get out of this" feeling when I would see and meet new people. Well, today when I bumped into a particularly cute, smiley, and friendly medical student/neighbor while doing laundry, I got that feeling a little bit. Okay, more than a little bit. Well, I'm off to see the girl I'm "involved" with, so wish me luck with keeping that feeling at bay . . .
If you read my post about my rotten guitar playing, you'd know how pleased I am to report that I had a good guitar lesson today. My teacher was all about high fives, and he said he's been waiting for this break-through lesson. He went on to say, "Man, your pinkie came to play today!" I got all the way through We Dance by Pavement, and I have to hand it to my teacher for pulling off the vocals while he played along with me. 
If you read the post about the crazy roommate who stole a bunch of shit when he moved out, I'm happy to tell you that he gave us back most of the stuff he stole, but he also told us to hold off on cashing the checks he gave us. Although I'll never use it, I am very pleased to have my decanter back safe and sound. Wait, I just re-read that roommate post, and I didn't tell you that he stole shit. Well, he did, and we got it back.
I'm into summer job mode taking pictures at Navy Pier, and I have the farmer's tan to prove it. A friend of mine recently asked me why I don't do something like this full-time, since I talk about this dumb job more than my "real" one. He makes a point, but I don't know . . . 
Just when I started getting "involved" with someone, I meet the four, female, attractive, medical students that moved into the bottom unit of our two-flat. It's hard to explain, but some of you Chicago and ex-Chicago readers will understand what I mean when I say it's so hard to be committed to anyone in the summer. It's something about people out more, girls wearing less, everyone's seasonal affective disorder has subsided, and there is a street festival every weekend. We just appreciate our summers in these parts, and people get together more, you'll just have to trust me on this. Anyway, I just started to really dig on this new girl I'm seeing. Don't get me wrong, my eye still wanders, as it always will, but I didn't get that agitated, "I have to get out of this" feeling when I would see and meet new people. Well, today when I bumped into a particularly cute, smiley, and friendly medical student/neighbor while doing laundry, I got that feeling a little bit. Okay, more than a little bit. Well, I'm off to see the girl I'm "involved" with, so wish me luck with keeping that feeling at bay . . .
22 comments:
Everyone is over sexed during the summer...its like a 24/7 eye orgy on the street!
Glad you got your decanter back, it would be a shame if you didn't get a chance to use that on your superhot new neighbors! Girls dig decanters!
I think the most shocking thing about the roommate thievery story is that YOU HAVE A DECANTER.
Also, I think hi-fives are coming back in a big way this summer. I find myself giving and receiving hi-fives lately more so than in the past.
My advice? Avoid listening to "I get around" by 2Pac.
I want to write a motivational book called, "Yes, I DeCANter!"
It would be all about positive thinking through wine consumption.
Dude, we need to start a "committment-phobes" group that would involve lots of drinking and baseball games and festival going. It was all I could do last night to prevent myself from telling Seattle Boy we should take a "break" and see other people this summer. And by see other people I mean lots of drunken making out at beer festivals and baseball games.
I was once told 3 times, by 3 different people, in 1 day... that Jip was a racist term. My reply to all 3: What a jip!
you need to pick the lady most likely to become president so your dreams of becoming the secretary of rock can come true. keep those priorities straight!
I am not 'involved' but in the last 3 weeks I have found (and London sucks - I NEVER find ANYONE even remotely interesing) THREE people that have piqued my interest.
I'm with Not Carrie. Let the summer boozing begin.
That's what we get living in a cold weather climate. Of course I am not sure how much better it is in places where it is warm all year round.
Q: What exactly is it that you decant?
"it's so hard to be committed to anyone in the summer"
What do you mean "in the summer"? It's more like all year. On the upside, if you keep 2 or 3 in the fire, you'll always have a date on New Years Eve!
Gah! You're so fickle. Let me put it in "man terms" for you.
Would you rather give up the regualar sex you're having now for the mere chance of getting into a random girls pants?
Surely quantity counts more than quality where a guy is concerned.
screw women. just when you think you might actually be moving forward, they change their mind. damn women. I WANTED TO BE ABLE TO CHANGE MY MIND TOO! but she took that away from me.
Jenny: Girls dig decanters? I'll be sure to display it nicely when I invite them up. Should I fill it with tang?
Cherry: I'll be sure to high five you lots of times the next time I see you.
Classy: "I only got one night in town, baby-girl are you down? I get around!"
Zen: You are FULL of great ideas! If you wrote it, I'd read it. Then I'd claim to be all motivated from reading it, but then I'd get side-tracked and find myself watching something stupid on TV, like the new Paula Abdul show.
Carrie: You make out with randoms at ball games? I'm down with the commitment-phobe, support group.
Mighty: I mostly take pictures of fat, soccer moms, so you're not missing out.
Niner: Isn't "jap" the racist term? What's a jip? Well, if I offended anyone, I'm sorry. All you jips out there, whatever race you are, I'm sorry. Now go find another page to read, you fricking Jips! No jips aloud!!!!! That can't possibly be a racist term.
Carolyn: Yeah, all my goals should be Secretary of Rock driven. I like the way you think . . .
Reck: I would think all those London boys would be interesting, no? Well, I hope one of those 3 pans out.
adw: I don't decant anything right now, but it's just one of those things you have to have, like in case a celebrity, like Sean Connery, comes by, and you want to pour him a single-malt whiskey.
Legal: Yeah, it's good to have something around for weddings too. I have a couple of those coming up too.
Steph: I am a big fan of regular sex. This gal lives in the burbs, so it's not as regular as I'd like. To be honest, I am more of a quality than quantity guy.
Chud: What are you talking about exactly, Chudly? Do tell. The doctor is in and listening . . .
I don't think its just a Chicago thing. It sure as hell gets like that here too. Being the beach going nation of the world and all.
Med-schoolers are kookaloo. I base this opinion on nothing in particular, but keep it in mind just the same...
Doc,
Just keep the names straight. If not, that could get messy...
I should go to Chicago and take these hot medical students out of the way of temptation for you.
It all makes sense now, blog silence and 'crummy' posts -- all because of a girl.
Phishez: I could see how that could get tough.
k.i.d.: Kookaloo, huh? Word to the wise . . .
Legal: I've already forgotten most of their names.
Fever: Harsh!! I deserve it, man . . .
The grass isn't always greener. Remember that. We could all fall in love with or enjoy the company of many people. Love means CHOOSING to give your love to one person.
umm...if i say yes will you think less of me? ;-)
also, i have to agree with fever. Like you once told me you haven't been posting much so you must be getting laid. Yay for you!
Sister: It's complicated . . .
Carrie: You little Minx you!
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