Speak Slow

Well...new boy resurrected himself last weekend. Took me out to lunch on Sunday and came over on Monday for dinner. Did the whole, 'I still like you' so we got all hormonal and then he had to leave to go out of town. Since then he has been super weird. He so didn't want to tell me that he liked me. Hee.

However - his friends are back in town, he's running to them and I'm getting the vibe that I am super scary right now. Oh well. He's supposed to come to Hyde Park with me next weekend. Lets see what happens. As of today I predict that I won't hear from him anytime soon. It wouldn't be because I manifesto'd him after he told me that I was too angry sometimes, would it?

Ah, to be me.

This weekend - I have the style issue of the New Yorker. I'm going to pick up the new Economist w/ the Chicago profile. I have to finish my registration for Yoga (which is down the street from Julius Meinl - I think I'll need to go there). I think i'm going to rent 'Reds' and go to the Anti-War rally. Sunday I'm going to the burbs to see the parents and grandma and the PUPPY.

I love the puppy.

Mom's surgery got postponed until the 29th...which is OK - but I really needed a break from my crazy-ass job.

Got my Lolla ticket yesterday. The lineup is pretty cool, however I am so excited that Stars and Eels are playing. I get to see 2 of my favoritest bands ever. I know all the words. I also got my Pitchfork ticket. I'm getting an Intonation ticket next week. Whoa. The Chicago summer of music. Love it.