Did you know you can freebase Claritan? I don't know that that is true. I have never tried that, but I'm sure it's possible. I do know that I have been eating all kinds of allergy pills for the past month because all these trees fornicating in my nose are pissing off my sinuses.
I sucked it up and went out on Ex-Girlfriend on Friday and Saturday. Roughly two hours each time, roughly just over 40 miles each time. It was nice to get back out. This was my first time out since I raced three weeks ago. Allergies have been waaaay to crazy.
On Saturday night I hit up several people to go get some food. Andrew accepted after I told him I found $50 in a pair of shorts from last summer (which was true!), and I could cover him. He wanted to stay close to home since he was in study mode. So we headed to South Grand and went to Lemongrass.
I had never been there before, but I really liked it. We got an order of crab rangoon (all that is running in my head is "there's gonna be a veg-break, somewhere in this town" a la Thin Lizzy), an order of veg spring rolls, and each a dinner portion on the sesame tofu. I can't believe I haven't been to this place before. It was excellent. Lots of veg items, fare price, and the food was delicious. Inside is quiet and chill.
On Sunday night I went to Lemmon's for a benefit show. The flyer said 530, so I figured if I showed up at 630 it prob still wouldn't have started. I ended up sitting awkwardly by myself at the bar for an hour before the first band played. This is the kind of shit that pisses me off.
I stayed until about ten, before my allergies started to get the best of me. Saw Matt, who totally ignored me when I said hello. And this wasn't an "oh, maybe he just didn't see me" blow-off. So fuck him.
I'm also kinda disappointed that boy from my birthday, who we finally traded info and did meet up once last week at a bar for some drinks and food and who seemed excited and verbally confirmed that he was happy to hang out and wanted to hang out again, has been MIA. So, i guess, forget him.
What the fuck is wrong with boys where I live?
I am definitely back in a rut. Did not make it out of the house today except to run to the pharmacy to get more allergy pills. The manager referred to me as a "gentleman". As in, [speaking to check-out girl] "After you check out this gentleman, please come help stock these boxes." What the fuck is wrong with people where I live? I am clearly female. And there was no mistaking that he could have been referring to anyone else because I was the only person near the check out counters.
Word on the street is that Nighthawk is going to move away from STL this time next year. I am interested in escaping as well. It would be nice if we could go somewhere new and be roommates or something because then that would at least be one person I would know.
I know, though, that just moving to another city won't suddenly solve any of my [perceived] problems, social and otherwise.
I booked some plane tix to MPLS in May to see D4 perform Midwestern Songs in its entirety. I messaged a few people, to get in touch if they want to party. I know they do, and they will get in touch. Doesn't matter to me either way. I'm going to go up there and have a good time, like I have many times before.
I am having a hard time deciding on if I should just finish school (yes, duh! but I am so unmotivated. I can't even fathom going to summer school right now) or drop out and save my money so I can open a stupid business like my own bar or some shit and then probably just get bored with that in a few years like I do with everything else.
Things that are a constant for me: desire to keep moving, seemingly unending search for companionship, working in my field.
I actually like what I do with my time in exchange for money, but I can do that anywhere. However, I don't make a lot of money. That's why I am going to school again. So I can have an additional piece of paper that warrants a higher salary.
We have a girl working with us for a few more weeks as part of an internship for her school. I kinda want to quit and just let them hire her, and I will go on my cross-country bicycle trip. Then just figure shit out when I get back, if I ever come back at all.
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