My new place

Allow me to preface this with the fact that I've been drinking while home alone for a few hours now. I'm superfly classy, and everyone wants to be me when they grow up.

Moving is hard. And it's not like it's a secret. But I've had some weird days. I live by myself now. So I can be messy, but I don't WANT to be. And I can't remember exactly where everything is quite yet. And I keep catching myself doing weird things. Like (this is weird) I've always been a my side of the bed type of girl. I think I was afraid that if I ever got into the habit of taking up the whole bed, if I ever found anyone else who'd want to sleep there, I wouldn't be able to adjust. But in trying to assert myself in this new home, to really make me feel at home here, I've been taking up the whole bed. I'm sleeping dead center and spreading out my arms and really taking up space. I like it.

But it's like I think all of my decisions are final. I can't decide on paint colors. I can't choose any art. I can't even THINK about the rugs I need.

Plus, school is almost out. It's somehow completely overwhelming, even though I can't exactly point to what's making it hard. I don't REALLY have that much more work. The kids are not exponentially crazier (for the most part.) I just can't seem to focus on anything and find myself uttering the phrase "When school is out" more often than I think is really necessary.

Basically, I'm somehow overwhelmed and unsettled for the time being. But I'm working on it. Come visit anytime. Housewarming on 6/13 if you'll be in Chicago. Details to come.

SOTD: Lilac Wine by Jeff Buckley. I was trying to find the Nina Simone version, but youtube is being uncooperative. This is, however, not a sloppy second, just not exactly what I wanted. "I drink much more than I oughta drink...Lilac wine, I feel unsteady... Lilac wine, I feel unready..."

Also, I've been stopping constantly to smell the lilacs all over Chicago. Spring fever? Hell yeah, bring it.

No excuses

I did give a warning that I'd be MIA for awhile, right? Oh man, moving is a lot of work, and then just when you think it's slowing down, it's also the end of the school year, and spring (!!!) and whatever else the hell it is I do with my time, and my wireless isn't working so when I'm on my computer I have to sit on one side of my living room that does NOT face the tv...and yeah, my life is SO HARD, you guys.

Hm. I thought I had something to say, but I'm blanking, so I'll hit you with a cute kid story and try to do better next time.

Yesterday, I was talking to a kid about his trip to London. Something about the way he said it made me think he went there often, so I said, "Do you know someone who lives there?"

"I know someone who lived there a long time ago."

"Oh really? Who's that?"

"King Henry the Eighth. I saw his bones- the put a beard on them and it's really funny."

This kid also referred to himself as his sister's butler when she conned him into carrying her backpack for her. I love him.

I lost my wallet the other day (It HAS to be in the damn house, but I can't find it. Stupid wallet.) The purpose of me mentioning this is that I went to the bank and they gave me a temporary ATM card, which I didn't know existed, so I'm pretty psyched. If it ever happens to you, now you know.

SOTD: Turn by Travis. I went to see these boys a few weeks back, and I realized that I really miss being a huge music geek. Also, I met these guys back in my concert booking days at Marquette, and they are really funny, super sweet, and they put on an amazingly energetic show for how mellow they sound here. Also, Fran Healy is adorable and watching him do pushups makes me smile in some bizarre sadistic way.

Bonus song: Also Travis- All I Wanna Do is Rock. Because this is not a crazy rock song. Until it is.