The Prophecy

So a week ago or something I had this dream that I was buying hair products. I remember in the dream that I was confused because I thought I already had the stuff? I don't know. I was probably buying some like, pomade or something. Anyways. Saturday, I went to NorthPark, AKA the best mall in the world. At least in Texas. According to me. I decided to stop in the Aveda store because I needed some of this red conditioner that I used occasionally, then I remembered that I needed some other things for my hair, since I got it cut and wanted to try out a new style.

I got into the store, felt really overwhelmed because all their products have weird names, and aren't very self-explanatory. So eventually this guy that worked there helped me out. He showed me this magical powder that adds volume. It is truly amazing. It like, dissolves in your hair and feels cold... its kind of strange. So I ended up getting that, some humidity protectant stuff which also protects your hair from the heat, and some smoothing stuff. To stop the frizz.

Before this, I went to the MAC store with my friend and got some unnecessary items including eyeshadow, concealer, and some makeup brushes. And I bought a necklace. It's nice, but I never wear stuff other than that one silver necklace I have, and sometimes I think for a second that I'm wearing mardi gras beads. But then I look down and am reminded that its not.

So that night, we went out for my friend Jessica's birthday. She's 23. Man. We're getting old. Haha. We went to a Mexican restaurant, which is like, the only kind of restaurant I've been to in the past week when I've gone out for dinner. That's Texas for you. So inevitably, margaritas were consumed. I think I told Julie that since I've been back in Texas, I've probably had more margaritas than I ever did in South Bend. Not that I have a LOT here, but they're just very accessible... and they're a lot better too. Haha. I better not talk too much about alcohol in case someone ever does an extensive background check on me. Heh heh.

Friday night, we went out in Fort Worth. Some Irish-themed place where draft Killians was 2.50. I was inordinately excited about that. I mean, its no K's (1.25!), but it was still pretty cheap. And better than Bud Light or Miller Light or whatever. So that was good. I may have to go back there.

My mom came in yesterday afternoon for a few hours. That was interesting. She had a layover at DFW so I picked her up and we got some food and she took a nap. FUN! The food I got was delicious though. Pizza. It was like, pesto and mushrooms and spinach and feta. Mmm.

I stayed up too late talking to people online. Probably the only people that read this blog were in the chat themselves. Sooo yeah. We started reminiscing on old times, and planning weddings and whatnot. Haha. I was laughing really hard the whole time, and I think my roommate thinks I'm crazy. Anyways. So I'm really tired. I was falling asleep in class this morning, so I didn't really pay attention and was kind of wondering to myself why I was even there if I was just going to sleep and/or do crossword puzzles. Eh. Who knows?

My electric bill was once again around 300 dollars. That's ridiculous. It's not like I keep the place freezing either. Seriously. I've been trying to keep the A/C set at like, 78 or something. I don't know if I should get it checked or not. I probably won't because I'm lazy like that.

So this weekend begins the month of traveling for me. Road trip this weekend to see family. The next TWO weekends I'll be at ND, and the next one I'm probably going home. We'll see about that one though. I might not be able to handle it. I'm really looking forward to having a test the day after I get back from the SDSU game. NOT.

I put some pictures of my apartment up on picasa:

http://picasaweb.google.com/KatherinePongetti/ApartmentPictures

So you can check those out if you want. I don't know why I didn't put them on facebook. Whatever. Actually. That's a lie. I do know why. It was because in the event that I lose my stuff on my computer again, I can download them in high quality from there. Except that I have my computer backed up on an external hard drive now, so it's kind of unnecessary, but whatever. They just opened an Apple store here though, so no more driving an hour to one. Woo.

I'm listening to Mariah Carey right now. Fantasy. It's great.

Talk to you kids later.

A strange dream

So usually my dreams aren't that weird. I mean, they are things that could actually happen. But last night's dream was far from that.

So, the main part of the dream involved some type of road trip or something. I was in a van with a bunch of people i didn't know, but I think my parents might have been there, and my little cousin. So there is this guy who is there (I think he kind of looked like John Stamos), and his brother was a fugitive. We were driving (and there was even a montage, I kid you not. The mile numbers on signs counting down, you know, they show a sign that says 100 miles, then another that says 50 miles...after we got to 0 miles there was a sign that said mile 22398 or something crazy.) Throughout the ride, I realized that the fugitive was rolled up in a blanket between some of the seats, on the floor. I guess everyone else thought he was just luggage. Towards the end of the trip, his blanket fell off a bit and my baby cousin started laughing at him, and people started to figure it out. But I guess not everyone did?

We made it to someone's house. I think it was my grandma's house because there was a picture near the door that my uncle drew. Anyway, we were near a cliff, and the fugitive had somehow found a parachute. But he was falling (off the cliff, or from a plane, I don't know) and as he free-falled, he blew himself up. And then the chute went off to float his dead body to the ground. Then he exploded again. We were all like "that was really lame" I think his body turned into a mannequin or something.

So later in my dream, I was at a softball game, standing behind home plate with....THE POPE. He was all decked out in his pope clothes. I was like, wow, I can't believe I'm shooting the shit with the Pope! I don't think he understood softball much, so I was kind of explaining things. Suddenly, the backstop started falling backwards, and we almost got hit by the fence! Crazy!

That was pretty much it. In real life news, Mike and I tried the BYOB noodle place near our apartments. It was quite good, and I even had enough for leftovers the next day! That night I made a return to the late night salsa techno club that breaks out next to a Mexican restaurant. Luckily, I was not confronted by any creepy guys. I got my hair cut on Saturday, then went to dinner with Dolu at the Regal Beagle, which was a pretty cool place. Very girly. They played 70s and 80s music and the decor was very 70s. Dark, lit with a reddish glow, and couches. Later that night I happened upon a party that was practically a Sorin party...flashback to frosh/soph years. As were were playing flip cup we realized that 4/5 girls playing lived in Cavanaugh. It's a small world, I guess. Also notable, they had a keg of Smithwicks. Probably the classiest party I've been to, if only for that detail.

Next week is labor day, and I am looking for something fun to do. Any ideas? I will leave you with a song that will remind me of living in Chicago because it's been played in every bar I've been to, ever.

One quick thing...

So there is a church down the street from my apartment that I pass on the was to the L. It looks like a normal church, but sometimes strange things are afoot there. For example, once or twice I've seen long lines in front of it, but at weird times, like 6pm on a weekday. But that is not the strangest part. They have workout classes there. No, not in the gym or some room off of the church, but actually IN the place where people would worship. I have seen it, heard the upbeat music and the person telling everyone to "keep it up!" Ok, so this would lead one to believe that this church is no longer actually a church, but rather a community center type place. But here comes the strange part...they actually have church services there. It just seem so weird to me! What's next, does it turn into a dance club at night? I wouldn't be surprised.

A few thoughts

I don't feel like writing a whole post. That's right. You will not be getting a run-down of everything I've done for the last three weekends. Lucky you? I think I'll just put some random thoughts:

• Why haven't I seen a picture of Michael Phelps wearing all eight of his gold medals? At once? Seriously, that would be the first thing I would do. I would probably even pose naked for some magazine with my medals covering certain areas. Of course, if I could win that many medals, I would probably have a super hot body...unless I was a weight lifter or something.
• Every time I smell stale homeless person urine, I think of Rome. In a good way...I think?
• I discovered that I enjoy moshing. This revelation came after my day at Lollapalooza and the Flogging Molly concert there. I now understand Fight Club a little more. After that, I ended up near the front of the absurdly large crowd for Girl Talk. I was all kinds of sweaty. WHO KNOWS what kind of skin diseases I could have picked up. The best part was when GT left the stage on a raft, crowdsurfing, with the last part of Journey's Faithfully playing. Bad. Ass.
• I went to Kentucky last week. I got to play trivia with Phil and my dad. We did ok. It was mostly for the older generation, I think. I also saw Sandra Bullock in the Louisville airport. Annddd...no one else seemed to care.
• I think it's weird when mothers and fathers refer to me to their little kids as "that lady" or something like that. Like, "move over, let this lady through." Since when did I become a lady?
  
• Me, Rory, and Carol watched a movie called "Boy Eats Girl." No, it was not a porn movie, though that probably would have facilitated a threesome. Ha. No, it was a zombie movie. An Irish zombie movie. My only regret is falling asleep during it. That was such a me thing to do. Rory thought the movie was good though, but I assume good in a horrible horror movie kind of way.
• I need to stop giving out my number. I am weak. I also almost got myself a stalker. Eek. Good thing I never answer my phone...
• Today I thought about what it would be like if I moved back to Kentucky. It was kind of a romantic thought, like one would have about moving to a quaint rural village. When did this happen to me? I mean, I leave South Bend, move to Chicago for two months, and suddenly I'm one of those city folk? Never!
• I'm a bit upset that all of my friends who were here for the summer have gone back home/to school. I kind of wish I could go back to school. Of course, homework is pretty lame. If I could just work instead of going to classes, but still be a "college student" that would be great. I'm not sure how that would work out, though...
• I made my first adult purchase the other day. A bag of prunes. I'm just that much closer to retirement.

Well guys, I'll leave you with this music video for a guy who was mentioned in a book I just finished reading. That's right, I've been spending my paychecks on books.

La dee daaa

Mmm... Looks like Julie and I have both been slacking a little bit in our updates.

I had a final a few weeks ago and started the fall semester last Monday, so I think I've got an excuse. The final went fine apparently. Got an A in the class. Didn't really go that often, so that's pretty cool.

I'm taking Biochem, and two other classes, but Biochem is the main one. That's biochemistry for you non-science types. Four days a week. 8:00 am. That's early. At least I don't feel quite as worthless anymore. I'm working on fixing up my resume so I can start applying for jobs. Hopefully that will be fruitful. All I gotta say is, I sure am glad I'm not in engineering grad school. Or in a real master's program where you have to do a thesis. Heh heh.

I got some pictures printed at Walgreen's today from graduation weekend and other events during school to fill some frames I have bought in the past few weeks. So that made me reminisce about school and all that. I'm going up in three weeks for a game though! Yay. Then again the week after. Crazy. Hopefully my flights won't get cancelled/delayed/crash or anything like that. Oh well. I just won't think about that till it happens.

I've done a lot of home-improvements this weekend. I went to Ikea and bought a dresser. Got to put that together. It hurt my hands. I hung up some pictures and things, too. I probably should have studied a little bit, but that didn't really happen.

I've made some pretty good, really easy recipes lately. If you would like the recipe for italian sausage and bean soup or eggplant pasta, let me know and I can email them to you. ;) Hmm so what else has happened since I last wrote in here.... I broke my phone again. Haha. It fell in the sink. I got one of those new Instinct's. It's pretty cool. It's got a GPS, so that's pretty convenient. I can be standing somewhere, and be like, where can I eat? And the phone will tell me what's closest! It's awesome! But its pretty funny when it doesn't know where I am and thinks I'm off course. Anyways.

Ohh facebook reminiscing. So much fun.

Later.

Fast times in the CITY

Eek! It's been like...three weekends since I've blogged! In that time I visited the Hange Uppe a few times, went to a cook out (or two), hung out at the beach after dark, helped start up the dance floor, saw lots of random ND people, and the list goes on.

The most exciting part about two weekends ago was when I managed to get my air conditioner in the window. I learned how to use my crappy drill, discovered I had drilled in the wrong place, and had a bit of an emotional breakdown (during which I called my parents hysterically in tears. I am really lame like that sometimes.) Because I decided that an empty AC casing should not be left precariously perched in a window, I was determined, and somehow managed to get the whole thing in...heavy AC unit and all! And to celebrate, I even had people over! Because I was no longer embarrassed to host people in a hot apartment. Now, embarrassment for hosting in a cramped apartment is another story.

That evening, Katherine G. and I took Spidey and Carol to the Hangge Uppe for the first time, where we stood in line forEVER. It was super fun, though, as the Hangge Uppe often is. The mix of music, the people dancing, the crazy guys on the stage (not the same guys every week, but it always happens)...it's great! That night, Carol and Spiderman spent the night, and the next morning we went to a noodle place before the headed home. Then I decided to go shopping and bought a dress. I need more dresses...I seem to only have dressy dresses...I need some going out dresses...

I think this was the week where I went out for Ethiopian food with Carol, Rory, Carol's sister Janet, Stephanie and Kyle. Oh! What inappropriate conversations we had. That day was filled with weird conversations. At lunch, we talked about herpes. At dinner, we talked about threesomes and other strange sexual experiences. I'm surprised it didn't turn into a game of "never have I ever." The next day, we had a little work happy hour because a couple of my fellow designers "won" them. This resulted in me having a LOT of beer...and a well drink after Tom the intern gave me his bracelet. The night ended after Allison and I decided to start dancing, and pretty soon, the rest of our coworkers (the ones who had stayed til this point) joined in. I think my company has the potential to have some awesome dance parties. I can hope, right?

Last weekend I wandered over to the Taste of Lincoln Ave...in part to see a DMB cover band. I'm not sure if that was a low point or not...haha! They had pina coladas in pineapples, but they were $8 and I wasn't sure it was worth it. I also heard many conversations about a certain former ND player who was pitching for the Cubs that weekend. It was pretty funny to listen to people in the "real world" talking about a "classmate."

So soon after, I met Rory and Carol at the Potbelly's by my apartment. Some guy pretty much stole our money after we agreed to help him get his car un-towed. Psh. Then Carol and I made a nice little trip to the liquor store while Rory was off finding the best parking spot ever. This was a milestone in that now I have alcohol in my apartment, and on a side note, I am still bitter that my brother is drinking all of our alcohol from school. Ugh. I digress. Dolu came over, and eventually Kyle did, too, and insisted on playing cards. So Rory and I went to the Walgreens to get said cards. The game was rather long, but fairly simple to play in an inebriated state (well, except for Dolu who kept forgetting to follow suit, causing us to throw out a couple of hands.)

Kyle was tired, so he went home as the rest of us headed to the Hangge Uppe. A few points:
-I made my first trip to the upstairs dance floor, which had more modern hip hop-style music.
-Beer and the like was spilled on me at regular intervals. That was familiar...
-The clientele was a bit older than normal, and included a couple who kept pushing me into a crowd. The woman was not thin, and her guy was backing her into the crowd, and I was unfortunate to be between them,
-Also, there were these two crazy drunk girls who were standing behind me and kept falling all over the place and all over me. Dolu offered to switch places, and we did, but the girls were so intense that they were pushing him around. Then we started kind of talking with them, as I laughed hysterically watching them.
-Everyone there was insanely tall.
-First three songs...Sweet Caroline, Your Love, Don't Stop Believing. Also, I kind of freaked out when they started playing Africa because Dolu was with us.

So the next day, I woke up, went to visit Katherine who was at the bagel place down the street, reading, and ran to the store to get the last few ingredients to make...guacamole! I was a little frazzled as I made it...I had never prepared avocados, and I don't think they were entirely ripe. People seemed to like the guacamole, though, so I think it was a success. Why was I making this nutritious dip? For a cookout! Carol's landlady, who lives in the house above her apartment, was out of town, so we had a party! Woo! Even though the boys used the grill incorrectly, the food was good, the wine was good, and the scenery was good, too! We felt like grown ups, for some reason. It was nice to be in an actual backyard. Someday I'd like to own a house...we'll see if THAT ever happens...

This week....oh, let's see...I went running on Monday, but took the rest of the week off because I can't really even walk without the back of my heel hurting. I have a gross sore on it. I should probably get it checked out before it gets infected...Sorry for the gross aside. Wednesday, Mary and I went to Carol's for leftovers and ended up taking a walk to the beach. The sand was nice, and you could see the Chicago skyline, which was all lit up and glowed pink-ish. It was nice.
This week before work one day, the Jessie Spano drug addiction episode was on and I knew it was the start of a great day. I also discovered the "Executive" combo at the market, which includes soup and a sandwich for a little over $5.

Last night, Katherine and I were going to meet Dolu to go to some benefit thing at a local bar. After waiting for awhile, we went to a bar, and after a slight setback, were let in. Ok, so the deal was $25 to get a bracelet and then all you can drink until 11 (wells, wine, drafts). Katherine and I were a bit hesitant to pay this much for only an hour and a half of drinking, but we totally got our money's worth. While helping children in Africa with AIDS...or, little Dolus who have AIDS. We got to the point where we were alternating bars because we were afraid one of the bartenders would cut us off. I had fun, and we left a little after 11 and met Rory and friends outside. I led the way to a bar called John Barleycorn, which I had heard had dancing. It was a fun time, and later that night they played Miley (so obviously I had to text a few friends...) We saw some Sorin guys, which was pretty cool. At one point I left to meet (creepy) Mike who had literally JUST moved to the neighborhood, and escort him to that fine establishment. Later, on a routine trip to the restroom, I ran into the Michigan State guys who I had met at the Hangge Uppe a few weeks before, which was pretty random. We left when the bar closed (wasn't a late night one, unfortunately), but we were all tired and went home to go to bed. Dolu and I had another semi-deep conversation, and then I slept like a baby.

And here I am, today. I was going to go to the beach, but that didn't quite happen. I suppose I could still go, but maybe I'll go shopping instead. Or I'll just sit here and read. Welp, there you go. Now you know what goes on in my life, all the sordid details.