which, even though it's called the windy city because of how much the politicians historically ran their mouths, is incredibly windy. to the point where I had to stop biking up the hill to the art institute and walk my bike to the other side. pathetic!
it's weird being back in the city; it's as though i hold two completely separate lives in two very different places. being back home made me feel as though chicago were a dream, and being back in chicago makes me feel as though home were one. i went directly back into working at solaris in evansville; it was nice, but my break felt like more of a reality check than anything. being back is weird. it's nice to see everyone, though...everyone is sporting the awkwardly short haircuts of college kids whose parents paid for a haircut while they were home. my friends have been warm, and especially after having been gone for over a week, that was nice.
i have 19 more days here, one of which will be spent at a concert with my dad and several others that I will spend doing pretty much nothing (thank god for crit week--half of my classes are cancelled next week, and I'll have hardly any homework!)it should be very easy, once I get past the three papers I have to write about the interior space of the mind and the 8-page art history research paper due on tuesday. I have until tomorrow night to pull together my poster for viscom and my ad for illustration tech, which should be easy. friday is nerve-wracking because it's my performance day at my teacher's gallery, but hopefully all will be well.
hmm
guess that's it!
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