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I've been overcome by an urge to look elike I'm actuall doing something... which is hard because it's too dark in here to read, too bumpy to draw, and I don't want to pull out my big old cmputer this early in the trip. And I'm not tired! I guess this is part of my readjustment to Central Time. Huh. I don't think I'm anywhere close to writing on the lines here, but oh well. My handwriting's all sloppy, too. On account of the bumpiness. I remember last time being smoother... then again, I was at least partially incapacitated by a rather evil headache. At least this time it's warmer. I think I left some of my CDs next to my bed! Along with the letters and all that other stuff I was bound to leave behind. Gah! My eyes are so tired I can barely see what I'm writing. I suppose that's a good sign that I should give up and go to sleep. I'm sort of curious about how many people will get off this train in Akron, though. By the looks of things, it's going to be crowded all the way to Chicago. NO seat to myself this time. I don't even get to share with my friend! Ah well, I'll be happy enough when I'm back in my dorm and going to buy books (after unpacking!). I think I'll get some frozen coffee too, since it seems I've gotten myself addicted to the stuff. I just realized I never got to eat my frozen peas, either1 Darn, it'll be forever before I can have them again! We've been slowing down for a bit now... I hope this is Akron and not some random hour-and-a-half sit in the middle of nowhere.
I am being attacked by fruit flies right now... But that's not even the beginning of it. More like the end. Or the present... technically the beginning. Oh alright, I'll shut up and tell my story.
Of course, the train was an hour late at Y-town. Happily, I ran into the other UofC guy that's from my area, and my mom was calmed enough to let me ride the bus here with him, instead of a taxi. I just typed home in that sentence... (of course, I fixed it.. but maybe I should just give up... you can have two homes, non?). So, the bus ended up being only 7 minutes late to Chi-town, which was nice. I slept on and off, mostly because it was crowded this time, so I had to curl up into a tiny ball on my chair and my chair alone, and try to sleep. I kept getting cramps in my back and my hands kept falling asleep, so I'd wake up about once every twenty minutes, readjust myself, and then fall asleep again. I guess it was sort of like consecutive power naps... Aaaanyway, we got into Chicago at a little before 8, and I managed to get all my luggage off the train and out onto the street, where my compainion proceeded to search for the bus stop. Which he couldn't find. So he decided we could walk down to the 6 stop by the art museum (like, five blocks away). I said alright, because it wasn't bothering me to drag my three suitcases yet. After about three blocks, we were at the Sears tower, and my arms felt like they were going to fall off. So I said we should go south a block, and then back north to the 28 stop, even though we'd have to walk farther once we got down to Hyde Park. We decided not to, and continued our search for the 6 stop. Of course, since I had steered us down a block and then up again, we were pretty turned around, and ended up all the way on Michigan Ave before we found the street we were looking for. Actually, we never found the street we were looking for, because (and I could have sworn that the 6 went down Michigan) we found a bus stop that the 6 supposedly stopped at. We were happy, and sat down to wait. After about five minutes the 28 came by, but we decided to just wait for the 6. And wait we did. The 28 came by again, and we figured, well, we've waited this long, the 6 ought to be coming really soon (unless the buses are just falling into the river or something). Then it started to snow. My friend asked me how long the people in front of the Congress Hotel had been striking, and I said something like "Oh, since we got here, at least!" and he obviously heard that as "since we got to the bus stop... ten minutes ago" rather than "september." And he said something like "You know, people don't just have half-hour strikes!" It was amusing at the time, trust me. So, it started to snow harder, and get windier and colder, and then this guy got off the 146, and we asked him where the 6 was (I don't remember why we asked him, but he pointed out to us that (probably just during the morning hours) the 6 goes around downtown, and stops on Balbo and Michigan. So we gathered up our luggage, and as we were about to cross Balbo we saw this bus coming. I though "Oh no, it's the six!" so I ran across Balbo, and then I turned the corner and ran across Michigan (one of them didn't have a red light either.. I think it was Balbo, so we could've been hit by the bus). And we got up to the bus stop, and I got up to the door and the bus freaking pulled away. So we had to wait another twenty minutes for another 6 to come by. Then we dragged our stuff onto it and left. We almost missed the stop we had to get off at too, because neither of us were awake enough to pay attention. Then we had to drag our luggage back two blocks to the Shoreland! And by then it was nasty and windy and wet and snowy. And just generally unpleasant. I was never so happy to just walk inside the Shoreland. THEN! I got upstairs, and noted the usual Dewey House smell, until I got into my room... which smelled like a gingerbread candle or something, which had dripped all over the floor at some point. And then I noticed the SWARM of fruit flies over the trash cans. Yes, my roomie neglected to empty them before she left. So I had to clean that all out. And we are in desperate need of a vacuum, but that can be taken care of later. Oh, and the garbage room... by the smell, I would swear that they haven't emptied anything out since we left. Dear goodness, it is horrible. A pungent mixture of organic and inorganic goods in various states of decomposition.
Well, people are finally starting to file in. When I got here there were probably only like, six people here. I really don't want to go out in this to go to dinner, but since we have no food in here, I think I'm going to have to. Unless I want stale Cheerios and expired yogurt.
At some point today, I'll transcribe the mini-entry I wrote by hand on the train. And take pictures of the ton of snow outside! Eep!
Of course, the train was an hour late at Y-town. Happily, I ran into the other UofC guy that's from my area, and my mom was calmed enough to let me ride the bus here with him, instead of a taxi. I just typed home in that sentence... (of course, I fixed it.. but maybe I should just give up... you can have two homes, non?). So, the bus ended up being only 7 minutes late to Chi-town, which was nice. I slept on and off, mostly because it was crowded this time, so I had to curl up into a tiny ball on my chair and my chair alone, and try to sleep. I kept getting cramps in my back and my hands kept falling asleep, so I'd wake up about once every twenty minutes, readjust myself, and then fall asleep again. I guess it was sort of like consecutive power naps... Aaaanyway, we got into Chicago at a little before 8, and I managed to get all my luggage off the train and out onto the street, where my compainion proceeded to search for the bus stop. Which he couldn't find. So he decided we could walk down to the 6 stop by the art museum (like, five blocks away). I said alright, because it wasn't bothering me to drag my three suitcases yet. After about three blocks, we were at the Sears tower, and my arms felt like they were going to fall off. So I said we should go south a block, and then back north to the 28 stop, even though we'd have to walk farther once we got down to Hyde Park. We decided not to, and continued our search for the 6 stop. Of course, since I had steered us down a block and then up again, we were pretty turned around, and ended up all the way on Michigan Ave before we found the street we were looking for. Actually, we never found the street we were looking for, because (and I could have sworn that the 6 went down Michigan) we found a bus stop that the 6 supposedly stopped at. We were happy, and sat down to wait. After about five minutes the 28 came by, but we decided to just wait for the 6. And wait we did. The 28 came by again, and we figured, well, we've waited this long, the 6 ought to be coming really soon (unless the buses are just falling into the river or something). Then it started to snow. My friend asked me how long the people in front of the Congress Hotel had been striking, and I said something like "Oh, since we got here, at least!" and he obviously heard that as "since we got to the bus stop... ten minutes ago" rather than "september." And he said something like "You know, people don't just have half-hour strikes!" It was amusing at the time, trust me. So, it started to snow harder, and get windier and colder, and then this guy got off the 146, and we asked him where the 6 was (I don't remember why we asked him, but he pointed out to us that (probably just during the morning hours) the 6 goes around downtown, and stops on Balbo and Michigan. So we gathered up our luggage, and as we were about to cross Balbo we saw this bus coming. I though "Oh no, it's the six!" so I ran across Balbo, and then I turned the corner and ran across Michigan (one of them didn't have a red light either.. I think it was Balbo, so we could've been hit by the bus). And we got up to the bus stop, and I got up to the door and the bus freaking pulled away. So we had to wait another twenty minutes for another 6 to come by. Then we dragged our stuff onto it and left. We almost missed the stop we had to get off at too, because neither of us were awake enough to pay attention. Then we had to drag our luggage back two blocks to the Shoreland! And by then it was nasty and windy and wet and snowy. And just generally unpleasant. I was never so happy to just walk inside the Shoreland. THEN! I got upstairs, and noted the usual Dewey House smell, until I got into my room... which smelled like a gingerbread candle or something, which had dripped all over the floor at some point. And then I noticed the SWARM of fruit flies over the trash cans. Yes, my roomie neglected to empty them before she left. So I had to clean that all out. And we are in desperate need of a vacuum, but that can be taken care of later. Oh, and the garbage room... by the smell, I would swear that they haven't emptied anything out since we left. Dear goodness, it is horrible. A pungent mixture of organic and inorganic goods in various states of decomposition.
Well, people are finally starting to file in. When I got here there were probably only like, six people here. I really don't want to go out in this to go to dinner, but since we have no food in here, I think I'm going to have to. Unless I want stale Cheerios and expired yogurt.
At some point today, I'll transcribe the mini-entry I wrote by hand on the train. And take pictures of the ton of snow outside! Eep!
Oh yeah, and now it's snowing REALLY FREAKING HARD and all blizzard-like. It's whistling through the windows, and we've gotten like, two inches in an hour. It's insane. I'm very glad I'm not still waiting for the 6.
I left fifty degree weather for this!
I left fifty degree weather for this!
Well, I do believe that I have settled myself back in. As have most other people on my floor. I suppose there are still some whose flights were delayed/cancelled... there were like, 90 of them coming into O'Hare that weren't going to be on time. I wonder if ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
hisspit is still waiting for her plane to leave... I certainly hope not.
Urgh, I have to get up in the morning and go get books! School should not be starting again so soon. I'm not going to complain much yet, though, because I'm going to hold out hope that drama and bio will be fun, and Media Asthetics will be improved this quarter. It might happen...
Oh, and the bed is now fixed so people can stop telling me that I'm going to die in the middle of the night from it collapsing on me or something. Now I just have to worry about falling down the stairs and such, and all those other hazards I have do deal with in day-to-day Chicago life. Like dining hall food.
At least my insanely evil headache is gone... which I managed to cure not with Tylenol, but food. Silly me, not eating for like, 24 hours and then wondering why I feel like crap.
Now, I have this horrible urge to play Dance Dance... Oh, and my roomie got a Playstation 2 for Christmas, which means we'll be getting another version of Dance Dance this quarter! Wee!
It did finally quit snowing, and I know tomorrow I'm really really going to wish that I had packed my snow boots. Not that I had enough room for them or anything. I suppose I could have left some of my clothes behind to be sent... but I think I sort of hoped that the weather men were lying about everything. I wonder if any of those silly Flordian kids here got to see all the snow falling...
Ah, I want to take another nap!
hisspit is still waiting for her plane to leave... I certainly hope not.Urgh, I have to get up in the morning and go get books! School should not be starting again so soon. I'm not going to complain much yet, though, because I'm going to hold out hope that drama and bio will be fun, and Media Asthetics will be improved this quarter. It might happen...
Oh, and the bed is now fixed so people can stop telling me that I'm going to die in the middle of the night from it collapsing on me or something. Now I just have to worry about falling down the stairs and such, and all those other hazards I have do deal with in day-to-day Chicago life. Like dining hall food.
At least my insanely evil headache is gone... which I managed to cure not with Tylenol, but food. Silly me, not eating for like, 24 hours and then wondering why I feel like crap.
Now, I have this horrible urge to play Dance Dance... Oh, and my roomie got a Playstation 2 for Christmas, which means we'll be getting another version of Dance Dance this quarter! Wee!
It did finally quit snowing, and I know tomorrow I'm really really going to wish that I had packed my snow boots. Not that I had enough room for them or anything. I suppose I could have left some of my clothes behind to be sent... but I think I sort of hoped that the weather men were lying about everything. I wonder if any of those silly Flordian kids here got to see all the snow falling...
Ah, I want to take another nap!
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