Is Chicago

Well, it seems like everyone is having a crap time this week. Maybe the world is just out to get us like that. In that case, however, I'd like to thwart its plan. But unfortunately I'm at a loss for what to do about it. Hopefully everyone will get back from Spring Break and be nice and de-stressed and stuff and we can all be happy again until midterms. Maybe it's possible that the world just has major mood-swings. Once it gets warm it'll be a lot harder to be depressed about all the grey-ness around here.

My roommate and I went up to Wicker Park this afternoon/evening. I feel sort of bad because I was always elsewhere when people were leaving today, but ah well. We're only gone for a week. And I realize now that I've got no idea how this airport stuff works, aside from what I was able to observe with becada422 when I took her back to O'Hare. I'm sure I'll be an expert by the time I go home for summer, though. Hehehe. While I was in Myopic Books (one of my favourite book stores, just because there are so many books. There's even a basement, which I just discovered today) I wandered around trying to find the books with the strangest titles and most entertaining covers. I found this rather odd little paperback book called Tokyo Suckerpunch and read through a few pages because its bright pink J-pop-looking cover caught my eye. If its description isn't one of the weirdest things you've ever seen published then... well... I dunno. It struck me as so... pseudo fanfiction. Of course, it's hard to tell from the blurb on the back of a book and the first few paragraphs. It's obviously quite tongue-in-cheek. Then I picked up another nearby book that had a title involving "Diary," and I'd have looked that up too, but all I can remember is it had "Diary of a" in it, and when you type that into Amazon or Google all you get is Anne Frank, Che Guevara, and the Princess Diaries. It seemed to be really well-written (I rather liked the style... which is probably why the hot-pink book ranks lower. It was too jaunty, informal, and actually diary-like for me), but maybe a little too self-aware to make reading the whole thing fun. For some reason I felt oddly compelled to narrate my book-searching adventure over a phone post, but I'd realized earlier that it was one of those stores where cell phones are banned. I never remember to actually turn my phone all the way off (it takes forever to turn back on), but people don't call me often enough for it to be a problem, anyway.

We ended up at this random Asian food place. And I say Asian food because, well, they hadn't decided on a part of Asia. I had Pad Thai (it's becoming my fallback food when it comes to Asian food... I get scoffed at less than if I ordered fried rice or something similar), and my roomie had Chinese wonton soup (I'm never sure if I'm typing the right word. I'm pretty sure wanton is an adjective and wonton is the noodle. And if I typed dairy for diary, you can hit me with something. I'm tired). We talked for a bit about the state of the house this year, and how every quarter people have moved around and it's just in a constant state of flux. It's sort of weird... things have been really crazily blah this year. It's just been a grey year. Hopefully spring quarter will fix that (I remain hopeful!). The theory that awesome years come every other year was thrown around again (except my Junior year of high school completely shoots that theory).

I wonder how many entries I have that are titled on some variation of Is Chicago, Is Not Chicago. Probably at least ten. I doubt many of those entries are nearly as link-filled (I want to use meta here, but I don't think it means what I think it means [which is full of links]). Well... see, at least this wasn't an entry full of complaining! Much...