absurdlakefront:

I think the green river always looks rather ominous.

Ooh, I keep forgetting it’s almost St. Patrick’s Day, without having Unofficial and the Irish Chicagoans to remind me.  Gotta get better so I can celebrate on Wednesday!

There was an earthquake last night.  I have now felt three of them in my life, and all of them have been in Illinois, which is a very unlikely place for earthquaking.  Weird.

sidewalkbagatelle:

NOOOO now is the perfect time to throw them away!

Lol I saw that sign too, glad you got a pic.  A+ target marketing.

ALSO: I had no idea Uggs were like $300 until a month ago.  I don’t get it.

You know when you grow up speaking a certain language or celebrating a certain holiday, and you think that everyone in the world lives the same way you do?  Until you go to grade school (or college, even) and find out you were wrong?

For me, it was the Gondola sandwich.  These are a staple to any Bloomington-Normal child’s diet, but are mysteriously absent from anywhere outside of central Illinois.  There is something very specific about an Avanti’s or La Gondola sandwich that is much different from any average sub sandwich, and I am pretty sure you can’t find it anywhere but here.  That’s not to say they are spectacular by any means, and most people who haven’t been eating them their whole lives probably think they are kind of gross or bland.

Anyway, the Gondola will always hold a special place in my heart.  Much more so than Blo-No’s other claims to fame, such as Beer Nuts, State Farm, and David Davis.  (Who is that? Exactly.)

Jeff Wall, The Flooded Grave

I went to the new Modern Wing at the Art Institute of Chicago on Friday.  It was awesooome.  Too bad I was dumb and didn’t realize they closed at 5, meaning I only got to hang out for about an hour and a half.

Let me tell you, my 24th is going to be craaazay.  I plan on waking up, eating some Krispy Kremes, meeting my mom for lunch, watching Queer as Folk with frequent interruptions because I can only find it on Megavideo, then eating chicken and grilled asparagus for dinner.  So basically my entire birthday will be spent eating and watching gay boys on TV.  Yeeeah!

I went to Champaign this weekend to stay with my sister and see other friends (like PAIGE! in the picture).  We spent some quality time hanging out on “JSM print” couches, doing High Life power hours, being led to a party in Urbana, and hiding underage girls Anne-Frank style in the bathroom of Clybourne while undercover cops dragged people into their police van.

And wow, Cly’s is legit now.  Like, they have lights on.  This is a big step-up from the perpetually damp and disgusting dump where I spent most of my sophomore year, and once saw a guy cut his foot on the floor and bleed profusely until he left and someone sort of mopped it up.  I actually didn’t feel like a scumbag being there this time.

It was really weird to be back, though.  I knew a lot more people than I thought I would at the party in Urbana, and even ran into old friends at Cly’s.  It was definitely fun to go back, and I want to again before I leave for Korea, but I am very glad to have moved on and to live somewhere else now.