Chicago.

I have been feeling really great lately. By the way, I have all of these photos that I want to scan in and a couple of drawings that I have worked on. I didn't think I would have time today, but I was wrong! I left them at home, to my dismay.

This term has been entirely academic, even with my more creative classes. I wake up on Tuesdays and Thursdays for an 8 am class, but it is so worth it and I actually roll out of bed for it. Its my Ad writing class with Lauria Locsmondy, a babe and half and probably the most witty, charismatic and intelligent professor I've ever had. She used to have her own magazine, has worked for several different firms, has a tattoo of a lightening bolt on her wrist (though that is my superficial reason for liking her) and loves to have discussion based class sessions even during lectures. She gives us assignments that are packed with creative thought, yet get the point across. I am well on my way to writing nice body copies, headlines, taglines, etc...

In my typography class with Scott Arcinegas (a babe and a half in his own right) I have grown to love and appreciate letterforms. We spent the first few weeks learning solely about the history of typography, but this was very informative. I got to learn why our typefaces are the way that they are, who created them and how things have evolved into what we have now. We designed the 27th letter of the alphabet, in which I will post upon getting it handed back. It forms the "Kh" sound, because quite frankly I believe that we should have a letter for it.

In my Psychology course, I cannot decide whether or not I like my professor Cynthia Bassuk. She is a bit of a pistol, a pill, a firecracker, a something. Sometimes she seems like a piece of fluff that will float away into the distance, and other times she seems to be so comfortable in her own skin and well grounded. Her lectures are boring but when she tells us stories about experiments (for example, like the Milgram experiments or the video clips of the children and the bobo dolls) then I am staying engaged. She is letting us do a creative assignment for our final project, which is amazing. Yet again, once I have this I will be showing it via blog.

Otherwise, my life has been filled with the usual everything. I still party just as much, and I actually make a point to do it no matter what on Friday and Saturday (even if it kills me.) Last weekend, I ended up getting into some crazy shenannigans that involved brazillian people, my landlord, an exboyfriend, pabst blue ribbon and many other things. I currently have really amazing friends, like my friends Hannah and Kate (who is dating Bujak, another chap I've grown to love) from the front end of Fox and Obel. We have this neat little thing called Vag night, which is an acronym for "Very Awesome Girl" night. Last time we drank wine and spoke of scary stories, but this time we've decided to buy an entire roasted chicken for eating. What we will do from there is still undecided.

Amanda is still living on my couch but she is moving out on November 1st. She found some nice roommates on the north end of town. I love her to death, so much that I bust out singing Jonas Brothers just to make her scream. But I am excited to be on my own. I have this idea of how life will be. I haven't been seriously alone in ages, and my recharging time is minimized to my room (and the times when Amanda is at work.)

Brawnson is still a very strong part of my life and we love to play Rockband and drink beer together. He watches out for me, like an older brother. And sometimes I watch out for him like an older sister. I am getting to the point with him where I can just be the person who I am, no reservations and no censorship. He is trying out for some TV show today with my friend Suzie, some chef show I'm not too familiar with.

Suzie's birthday was recently and it was a night to remember but also a night that I wanted to forget. I spent my last weekend without Suzie but have come to realize that I have spent almost every weekend at her house. The Fox and Obel crew has become an essential part to my social life, so I can really understand having intense separation anxiety upon the idea of parting ways with the establishment.

My outlook on Chicago is much different now that I've established myself here.