Saturday, December 06, 2003

For those of you who don't know....

"This message is being sent by Dave for Donna. She does not have
direct access to email, since she has been checked into UIC
Medical Center and will be there for 10-12 days. We expect that
she will be just fine in the end, but she will have to undergo
surgery sometime between roughly Wed and Friday of this coming
week.

She is on the phone with me right now, and wants to tell you
guys: "I'm going to be okay, but I'm stuck in the UIC Hospital until
at least Friday 12/12 and maybe just a bit longer with surgery
planned tentatively for Wed - Fri sometime."

Missing you guys..
-Donna

(she didn't tell me to write this part, but I think she is a bit
frustrated at being stuck in the hospital even though she
understands the importance of staying. She can get phone calls
alomost any time and I think she would be thrilled to hear your
voices.)"

Back to Andy speaking: So, if you want info on where she is and contact numbers and such, fire me off an email and I'll share that info with you. I talked to her also, and she did sound down about being there at the hospital, so visits would be good and things like that.

Otherwise, now I'm going to go do some Christmas shopping (with no money--yay credit! More debt!) with Gina and then we're going to see a play at a Chicago Park District thing that one of her former (4th grade) students is in: "It's a Wonderful Life," which is also her favorite movie all-time.

Yeah...I'm way behind now today...gotta walk the dog still and get ready to go out. Talk to everyone later...

Friday, December 05, 2003

I got some not-so-good news about a friend, but I cannot share it here (yet) because it isn't public domain. It's bothered me most of the day. So I'm a little skewed...

Fortunately, Firehouse is here to cheer me up, briefly. "Baby, don't treat me bad. This could be the best thing that you've ever had. Baby, don't treat me bad. You can do anything, but baby, don't treat me bad."

Oh...actually, I'm waiting for Tim to get to my place and then we're off to the Vic with my cousin Will and a few others to see They Might Be Giants in concert. Should be very good. I haven't seen them since freshmen year when they were at NU, playing at Patten Gym, of all places. Cool concert. We have to bring a toy, so I bought two five-packs of Hot Wheels cars. I'm actually considering keeping the one pack, which features all pretty freakin' slick-ass low-riders...all ghetto and isht, but cool-lookin'.

Ah well...Tim's here, so I'm outta here. Off to see TMBG. I was gonna make a few links, but you guys can figure it out. Adios.

Thursday, December 04, 2003

Well, not that I have to, but maybe I should explain some. There have been a lot of major changes in my life lately, as many of you know. All good things, no doubt. I've been happier, I've probably never felt better about myself, and really, I've never looked better, at least not in a long time. I've gotten no less than two dozen compliments on my clean-shaven-ness and haircut, my appearance in general and just how much upbeat and lively I've been. I haven't weighed myself (I usually don't) lately, but I think I've lost some weight--I'm using the third hole on the belt now, as opposed to the second. :)

Now, that may be a factor of budget-limited eating habits, but whatever. It's a combination of things. Meeting Gina has spurred on some of these differences (I hesitate to call them "changes," you'll understand why in a bit), but my new apartment and living situation has been just as much to credit as that.

I get up more readily because I have to walk the dog, I get more sleep because I'm not driving out to Bolingbrook after I go out (when I do). And I've rarely been late for work because the distance is shorter. Those are the indirect things. Even something so different as not living in a dark, dreary basement has changed me, I believe. My room is cleaner than my apt. in Bolingbrook EVER was, and I haven't woken up in the morning thinking, "Shit, maybe I'll just stay home today," which happened often in Bolingbrook.

My wardrobe is in the process of being overhauled and refreshed, once I get some money, though it is in flux typically anyway. I just feel a lot better about myself. I used the word reinvent in my previous post, but Kim is right--reinvent is not the word. I was telling someone this once, but this person has been inside me all this time. I just never had to or wanted to let that person out--maybe it was a result of where I lived, and the thinking that I didn't want to be comfortable out there--the nomad theory of why completely settle in when I'm leaving here sooner than later? Then, that made me lazy about myself, not just my apt. Now that I'm "settled," I can let the person out. It probably helps that I have a roommate too. But I can be trendy; I can buy wine glasses; I can ask for artwork for Christmas and hang it on my walls; I can decorate for the holidays, etc. None of this was worth my time in The Brook. But now, it's worth it.

Maybe it means Andy is growing up. Maybe it means Andy's just trying to pretend he's growing up. Who knows? But I've not met anyone who didn't like the results thus far.

The problem comes in when you talk about time. I talked to Troy about this, this perception that I had that many of my dearer friends/family seem to be put off by something I did/am doing. He said I was probably not imagining this feeling. Am I neglecting them? In their minds, maybe so. In my mind? Not really. I'm still adjusting to my new place and the new schedule, AND then you throw Gina in the mix, someone I really like and want to be around, and that throws a lot off. Am I complaining? No. Am I preaching patience? Yes and no. There are certain people in my life, yes, who deserve my time. They get as much of it as I can give, and there will be times when time will be short. THOSE people are the ones I expect to understand that, when time becomes available, I'll be back to them.

Did I create this perception that I'd be more out and about once I got into the city? Yeah, probably. I was excited and my excitement probably helped set up unrealistic thoughts of "Andy will now just hang out" and stuff. Has that happened? Well, I know I've hung out with some people more than I did while in The Brook. And I've done my best to hang out with whomever I could. I've also garnered a new group of friends (Starbux Princess, Bob, Duffy, etc.) through PolishBasia, including Gina and her friends, that just happened to hit right as I was moving into the city. So they've been added to folks in need of my time. Am I going to cut anyone out? No. That's the joy of friendship for me--the challenge of trying to fit everyone in. Maybe that's not good enough for some people, I don't know. But for those who do feel neglected, all I can do is say sorry and hope that I'll get more time to give to you down the line, once everything kind of falls into place.

Those who are dearest to me know where they stand and I hope understand where I'm coming from. And if they don't, I don't know what to say or do to make it better...I'm a socialite. I have to have lots of friends and a few close ones in order to thrive. And to be my friend means to share the limelight, but to be comfortable knowing that you can have part of the limelight at any time.

Wednesday, December 03, 2003

A not-so-hypothetical hypothetical for y'all, probably indirectly related to some of you, but not directly related to anyone reading this (trust me--more directed to someone else who does NOT read this):

If you reinvented yourself to the point where you've never been happier about the way you look, feel and live, but the world around you didn't change with you and folks you cared about were left shrugging their shoulders about where the old you went, would you feel guilty about making yourself better?

Discuss.

Tuesday, December 02, 2003

OK...semi-recap time.

Starbux Princess clearly was trying to get me drunk by having Absolut Mandarin at her housewarming party. Or maybe it was PolishBasia or the mysterious friend of Starbux Princess, Calantha? I don't know, but it almost worked. There was about 3/4 of a bottle when we got there, and I drank, oh, probably just more than 1/3 of the bottle myself. And pretty quickly and with a little 7up, I might add. I figured that would give me enough time to shake off the effects and drive home, which it did. Of course, I got worried because Starbux Princess also had made a pitcher of sangria, which was fantastic and of which I partook at least twice. Strangely though I was OK (and even the next morning), even though I tried to run over PolishBasia and her husband when we were leaving (you shoulda seen the looks on their faces in my headlights when I floored it down the street! Ha!). I scared them good, which was my intention. :) Very stupid, but very funny.

Gina and I then went back to my place and I played the Chilly Willy cartoons I had found and downloaded for her. She was happy. Of course, then I didn't get to bed until 6am because I showed her the CRC yearbooks and we had things to talk about. That's OK though, because I had work Sunday (no surprise there, right?), so I got a decent amount of sleep.

Yesterday, I worked on my bills and finances all day, and found out in the late afternoon that Gina had had a terrible day. So I decided to play beat the clock. I went out and bought a cute little card, drove it up to her school (which she was still at working late) and left it on her car. I didn't know what time she was leaving, so I had to hurry. It was "fun" for an otherwise boring Monday, honestly. She called me about 20 minutes later, having discovered the card, and was happy again. But she had loads of work to do, so we didn't do anything yesterday. I went and got some Subway, hooked up my choo-choo train around my Christmas tree and ran it around the loop a few times. But when I unpacked the tree, I was disappointed, and Butch said he has a better-looking tree. I now feel guilty though, because the tree I have is my Grandpa's old tree, given to me by my parents. I want to give it back, but I don't want them to think I'm ungrateful. But it's too small almost, and pretty thin-looking. I don't know what I expected, but hey. Should I feel guilty? I don't know. So I was a little down about that, so I didn't decorate as I had planned to do. I will soon though. Instead, I watched the MNF game and worked on Ghetto Bowl stuff...I've figured out the all-time records of every team--now it's just a matter of posting it somewhere.

Today is "24" day, and then Luis and I are going to try to find our friend Erin's new work and hang out there. We shall see.

Sunday, November 30, 2003

Well, here's a good test of my biological clock. I was up until 5am Friday night for Butch's housewarming party. I was up until 6am after Starbux Princess's housewarming party. It was a good time and a good night, but more on that later. I'm just wondering...does that mean I'll be in good shape tonight at work until 3 or 4am? According to what little I learned at NU, I should be somewhat adjusted to that shift. SHOULD BE, though, is the key phrase. We'll see.

Oh, and hey, it's my half-birthday. Yippee. :) I'm 26.5 years old.