Big Stuff

Many, many things have happened the last few days, and many more are coming up!

Good things:

I should be hearing back from a job in Boston any day now. I don't have enough fingers to keep permanently crossed. I would very much like to start apartment hunting. 

My best friend's birthday is tomorrow. Happy Birthday Caldawg. I will never stop calling you Caldawg, including in my maid of honor speech at your wedding. Prepare yourself.

Death Cab for Cutie FO FREE at the Taste of Chicago on Thursday. Arts Admin, Art+Design reunion!

My cousin's first show since his apartment caught fire a few weeks ago is tomorrow night at the Double Door in Chicago. His amps and instruments somehow survived the fire, smoke, and water damage with minimal repairs needed. The family will be celebrating accordingly.

Pretty Lake again on Friday. 

INDY ON SATURDAY! QUESO! LA PIEDAD! FRIENDS! 

Bad things:

My brother and I were involved in a hit and run accident when we tried to take a cab home from a bar in the city saturday night. Very scary, but we are safe, no one was injured. But still, buzzkill ending to an amazing Trolley Bar Crawl with friends. And I now know for sure that I am not the person you want with you when something like that happens, I don't have a calm bone in my body.

I guess that fire should be included on the bad things list, too. 

Matthew siblings, pre-crash.

Binging & Purging

Its time to cut ties. There are people that are not necessary to see and interact with on a daily basis, that just make me feel bad. As much as I hate it, it has been necessary to unfriend, unfollow, and delete someone from my life in order to effectively move on and start the next chapter. Social media, while useful, is a stupid thing that, 99% of the time, only causes bad things to happen. 

Maybe I should just delete facebook once and for all? Move to a new city where I can meet someone and say, "Hi, my name is Erin. Lets get to know each other before knowing our entire lives and histories because of a computer." 

Happy 4th Y'all. Independence is the name of the game today.

Fall Forward

As the summer weather really starts to hit (100+ degrees) I immediately begin fantasizing of chilly temperatures, falling leaves, hot coffee to go and hats & scarves. My closet revolves around outfits for fall. I find myself thinking "this top would go great with a cardigan, boots and jeans" or "I want to be wearing tights more than anything right now." I love boots, pashminas from Italy and red berets with pea coats and jean jackets. 

Hopefully by the time my favorite season comes around I'll be strolling through the streets of Boston (fingers permanently crossed). 

Summer Boredom

I never realized just how boring life after college would be. For example, the list of things I'm excited about in the next week are things that would have felt like obligations (or at least, bottom of the list) 3 months ago:

1. haircut

2. sleepover with my 8 year old cousin

3. new episode of Modern Family recorded on the TV

4. long walks with my dog

5. nannying

6. having somewhere to drive to

I need a job, or to move. ASAP.

take this to heart

I wish I could go back to college...

So I did.

Sort of.

I'm still in pain from 2 nights ago. It has been 5 weeks since graduation and I already feel old. 

This past weekend I visited a very good friend of mine, Graceface, at The University of Iowa in Iowa City, Iowa. That is three Iowas in one sentence. Now 4 in one paragraph.

One of the best feelings in the world is being reunited with a friend that you haven't been able to see in months. Reunions are why people say absence makes the heart grow fonder, because the second you see that person again, you completely forget that awful feeling of missing them. 

just goofin.

The feeling old aspect of the weekend was just that... I'm done with under grad. There is no need to hang out at bars with freshman who are using a fake ID for the first time. Even if it is fun to troll on them as the grind on platforms in a sleezy club. A slightly amazing part of being grad-e-ated (as I was told is the proper way to spell graduated) was this conversation...

friend: I have so much homework to do tomorrow, it will take me hours.

me: that sucks. I never have to do homework again. Oh my god. I never have to do homework again!

As they kept saying in Iowa (for some unexplainable reason)... 

"Hang loose, brah"

Reaching Out.

I really don't cope well with someone being mad at me, or even the possibility of it. I'm one of those people that when I finally manage to stand up for myself, I immediately feel bad or guilty about saying what I felt. My mother taught me and my siblings to "kill them with kindness." There really is so much more satisfaction watching someone squirm when they know that you should be telling them off, just because you smiled and were friendly, or even spoke to them at all.

However, that doesn't always work. It can make you a doormat. I'm working on not getting walked all over. 

I have been known to fly off the handle in the past, often times even if I am the one in the wrong. I have more trouble when I am right, or even have a peg leg to stand on in an argument. Some people just need to be yelled at to understand why they are wrong, and to get it through their thick skulls.

But sometimes, the fighting isn't worth it, the friendship is. An olive branch needs to be extended at some point, and I just have to man up and do it. 

Here's hoping it was worth it. 

quite literally, an olive branch

p.s. considering a random backpacking trip to Europe. quite possibly the most exciting plans on the horizon.