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 . . .