after one long season of waiting

Happy Towel day, everyone. (Also, happy Glorious 25th of May.)

Perhaps if I carry my towel with me today, Chicago will stop trying to completely destroy my faith in the world. Why Chicago, why is it impossible for me to find housing without you throwing something stupid into the works? Oh, awesome, an affordable sublet in Edgewater with cool people! And the evil housing fates come along and go "Hahaha, no, actually we are going to possess the landlord and have him turn the building into condos in July so you can't live there!" WTF! So I'm going to see a place in Hyde Park tomorrow. I don't particularly want to stay in Hyde Park, but if that's what it takes, so be it. (And you wonder why I wanted to move out of you, Chicago. Why do I have such terrible luck with you? I need an excuse to shake this evil feeling of doom and gloom, but you seem intent on making it impossible for me to find a job, too. Don't make me say I hate you, Chicago. Because I am this close, honest I am.)

Anyone want to take bets on whether or not I'll keep my promise to myself this weekend and actually work a lot on each of my papers every day? (I'm done in less than a week now, officially. This has really snuck up on me out of nowhere.)

(Also, important yet somewhat worrying lesson learned about myself? I can't even get myself to apply for a job if it seems soulless. This is going to be a huge disadvantage, and I wish I'd been on top of acknowledging this sooner so I could've been prepared with a list of potential soul-ful jobs to apply to in case prior arrangements feel through like they have, and probably will in the future, because apparently I've broken too many mirrors in my life or something. Freaking bad luck.)