Monday, May 31, 2010

Life full of mania with a dash of humor and a slice of normality (those are the secret ingredients) Vol 2 Issue 18

First impressions are never a completely wise thing to base an opinion on something but let’s face it, everyone does it. I’ve been living in the city of wind (yea I stole that from Common but we’re basically cousins now that I live in the Chi, even if I’m not on the southside) and I can say confidently I’ve already got this city nailed down based solely on my first impression (I’m sure this won’t backfire or anything). For purely entertainment reasons on my end I’m going to try and give you handful of lucky souls out there reading this my impression of the city in female form.

This city reminds me of the super smoking hot girl in college that I never had the courage to talk to unless I was time traveling (shout out sis) the night away (that means drunk btw). We’ll go ahead and call this girl Wendy (get it?). Wendy was always the topic of conversation and the epitome of way too good for me. I’d always hear how great she was, just as any Chicagoan (word?) will tell you how great this city is without hesitation. Wendy always seemed like the Mecca of achievements if I could ever somehow figure out a way in I’d be golden (with liquid courage of course). Then I actually do get to talk to her and find out she’s really not that intimidating. Sure she’ll pull some flaky moves like inviting you out to meet up and then bailing on you right in front of your eyes for someone else (this may or may not have just happened to me this weekend). She’ll send you those all encouraging text messages with smiley faces and exclamation marks all over it only to go MIA the rest of the night. Ahhhh yes Wendy and Chicago are one in the same, seemingly way too much for a country boy like me.

I can say that the city of wind has to be the toughest city for me to crack. Sydney was no big deal, hell I was the one with the accent so they ate that crap up over there. Atlanta was filled with southern belles, peaches, and sweet tea; yeah not a bad place to call home at all. Denver was my path to success for my career and those crunchy mountain peeps are pretty laid back (when they’re not dominating and high kicking). Cincinnati is home so whether they like it or not they’re stuck with me and just like family they don’t have to like me but too bad you have to love me. I suppose that brings me to Chicago, my greatest challenge as of yet.

Not only is this the biggest city I’ve moved to but it’s also the first one I’ve lived in since my episodes (like I said the Nasty is home and doesn’t count). The city of wind isn’t going down without a fight either let me tell you. I’ve already been quite amazed on how rude the city is, for being such a great city there are quite a few crappy people here ( I suppose 8 months of wintery hell each year will do that). Nonetheless I’ve never quit anything in my life except for Chinese calligraphy, my Theses 2, Kangaroo Anatomy, Toe Photography, Booger sculpture and masturbation. Well, maybe not masturbation but give me a break it's the only thing I'm good at (if you don’t get this movie quote I don’t want to know you).

So needless to say my first impression of the city of wind is far from great but like I said it’s not too wise to judge purely on that. I’m starting my internship tomorrow (hell yea I can wear jeans) and the summer is just getting started. It’s early and I’ve had some pretty fun times in the short couple weeks I’ve been here (what happens in Chicago stays in Chicago) so it’s just the beginning.

Since many of my manic experiences involve music I’ve decided to add random music videos to the blog for my enjoyment and your inconvenience. Enjoy!

Coming Correct,

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