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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!
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Did you keep some fruit flies to experiment on?
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