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Sigh. Hey there. Hopefully this time I'm back with a real entry... last time I sort of lost the muse after I hit paragraph two. Pardon that. I was suddenly really restless and impulsive, and I think I felt like I wasn't doing anything with my life and needed to do something very drastic and productive and quick... and what that meant was me deciding right then I needed to "fly to LA" and become a stand-up comic before it "was too late." I ended up sitting down with my mom and talking about it... her first reaction to my wanting to fly out there was that what I wanted was "impossible" which, first of all, I completely disagree with, and secondly, I didn't care to hear. I just wanted to be forwarding my life... getting out there, discovering for myself just what the hell would make being a stand-up comic so impossible. In the end, it would be doing something as opposed to sitting and doing nothing. Though I guess I'm starting my job Sunday, and perhaps that's a step in the right, monetary direction. It doesn't really defeat that it's Chipain's I'll be working at, but you know, I'm seriously not that bummed about getting such a by-the-book Lemont job. It's kind of sociable, it's not difficult work, and I'll probably see people I like. Not to mention there's that money, which is, oh, kind of important.
Haven't been experiencing too much of the summertime blues (or blahs, more appropriately) in the past couple days... kept pretty busy with social thangs like Rachel's birthday party and the general hanging-out. Couple days ago, on Rachel's birthday, Sarah, Rachel, and I went to the class capital of suburbia, the KFC/Taco Bell, and had a lovely lunch courtesy of the gift certificates on Sarah's fridge. I had biscuits and pepsi. I think that about represents all the food groups I eat from nowadays. We followed that venture with a trip to McCullum Park by 75th Street. And oh how we swung! One particular quote stands out among the others that afternoon... Rachel, Sarah, and I were sitting on the swings and we noticed a bunch of like... middle school girls on bikes cruising past the littler kids, and then Rachel says in seriousness, "Okay, it's like, you're all too old to be here." Good that the high school graduates remain reasonable in their judgment of others. We left the park a little too doused in sun and chilled out at our respective pads for awhile... not to long before joining back together for Rachel's dinner party at Chili's. I made Rachel a quotebook with all those inspirational words from the world's best philosophers... who ever knew that Gandhi could be such a downer? It's almost like I made those quotes up (obviously not the case). So let's see, ten people or so were at Chili's... including myself, Sarah, Rachel, Jen, Lauren, Katie J, Erin Perkey, Sara, Alycia, and Julie. That sounds like it could be everyone. More joined later. Anyway, we ate, had a creep-ass waiter who seemed to always be mysteriously over our shoulders or whispering sweet nothings to one of us. Rachel's mom had graciously paid for most of the meal, which totally rocked, because I as a human being am worth less than twelve dollars right now, so financial aid for the Chili's dinner was key. After that, we went to Rachel's, and Cari and John Stromski joined us for some ultra-competitive Dream Phone ("Mark" apparently has a crush on ALL of us). That was followed with some Taboo, and our team completely schooled ass in that. We also saw a couple Project Graduation music vids, and the night soon dwindled down to just Rachel, Jen, and I. Sat there for an hour or so chatting about the usual onslaught of old television shows and fucked-up people, and then Jen drove me home at around 2. She insisted on knowing already which house mine was, and so I let her try to decide for herself, and she didn't do that bad a job, so I suppose I applaud her effort.
Nothing like arriving at bedroom door that night to find a note posted saying, "Louis- we're leaving no later than 7 tomorrow, so I'll wake you up twenty minutes before then, and you can sleep in the van. Jim will be driving us as well, so you can also ride in Dad's car." I had no fucking idea where the hell we were all going, but I hoped it was Six Flags. Nope, turns out we were going to Milwaukee to help Jim move into his new apartment. UGGHHSGFASR. That was totally not what I was planning on doing at 7 AM the morning after getting home at 2 AM. Apparently it wasn't up to me though... so Gloria did indeed wake me up at 6 something, even though I don't think I got to sleep until 4:30. Already I was in such good condition to carry heavy things down and up long stairs. I did listen to my cd player on the way to Milwaukee (I couldn't get back to sleep yet)... and so I listened to my whole Rickie Lee Jones album... I'd heard her "Danny's All Star Joint" the previous night at Chili's. I heart the hell out of her debut album. I especially love "Young Blood," "The Last Chance Texaco," "Danny's All Star Joint," "Saturday Afternoons in 1963," "Weasel and the White Boys' Cool," "Chuck E's in Love" (of course), and "Company." That's like all the songs on the album minus three songs. Anyway, so my mom, Jim, Mark, and I finally got to Milwaukee, emptied Jim's first apartment and filled his newer, more spacious one that he gets to have all to himself. The reward was some pretty-okay Jimmy Johns. Oh, and also my mom said she'd buy me new headphones at the end of the week. Not too shabby. I slept the entire car ride home, and upon getting home I didn't do know what to do, so I hung out online for awhile (and chatting with my new Iowa friend Scott... he and I seem to see pretty eye to eye). Called up Rachel and picked her up soon after, and we rented Thirteen, which I'd already seen before but wanted to see again. In the end, I dig the movie (especially how twisted, deceiving, and ummm, frighteningly realistic the character of Evie is), but I also have some problems with the pacing of the movie and how quickly Evie accepts Tracy. During the movie, Sarah and Andy, fresh from Knox, came over and then whisked us off to Baskin Robbins. I had my usual free donuts. Therese Rogers, Sylvia Krupa, Lindsey Callan, and Jill Ceranek were all at BR... and it was cute to catch up with those folks, but because there were so many people, I feared our chances of getting free donuts. Thankfully Sarah (finally good for SOMETHING) came through. She'd been having other issues that night, so that ho deserved some P-Club style ice cream. On the way home, we jammed to "God Is a DJ" and "1, 2 Step"... and the latter song has already become the official P-Club anthem. What with it's rally call, "The princess is here!" Come on now. It's too easy.
Rachel chilled out at my house for awhile and we chatted mainly about college issues and the big deal about transferring colleges. Altogether, I am better than college. That's the long and short of it.
And today I've been melting more and more each minute. I saw the National Spelling Bee this morning (and totally fucking knew the word that knocked out the second runner-up). Also watched some Jeopardy, which is so much slower-seeming now that the Ultimate Tournament of Champions is over. Still not officially off my fat ass, I popped in Thirteen again and watched it with commentary. Okay, there were too many fucking people commenting. The teenage girl who cowrote the film had like, zero things to say about the film that anyone would give a shit about: "Can I just say how cold it was when we did that scene?!?!" I prefer you didn't. The director also said nothing about the heaviness of the film besides that "I hope people watch this with their kids." I wanted more talk about how incredible Evie was... the director did say quickly at one point, "She is powerful... but toxic." That's pretty basic though. The whole movie is the flipside to "Mean Girls"... no big spring fling at the end where we all get to be Spring Fling Queen. Nope. We all just get fucked up in Thirteen. God, just like me in seventh grade! I related to the promiscuous black boys.
So yeah, my previously planned trips to Second City and Six Flags were both postponed. Second City may happen anytime, and Six Flags is set to go down next Tuesday. I'm not ure if I can go yet because of my beloved work schedule I now have to abide by. I should really go into "work" and see when I'm working next week besides Sunday. If they put me on for like... 20+ hours next week, I would actually be relieved because of the money. I will change my last name to Chipain if it gets me more money. I will sew together Chipain's deli meat into a pantsuit and wear it to work every day if it gets me a raise. I'll be honest; I've already got the top done. Hahaha, alright, I think that's all for now. Just wanted to give you an update and also let you know I'm not seriously losing my mind (like the last entry may have implied). But I sure do need to get out of the house, so I'm gonna call a peep or two and get on that. And oh, pork tenderloin is ready. My life is-a-rockin'. Love you guys, thanks for listening once again. I'm am so xoxo-ing y'all.
Stepping into June... and breaking her cherry. Xoxo(!),
Louis
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