I'm afraid I'm going to give myself an ulcer.

Home....
is where i want to be
pick me up and turn me round
i feel numb
born with a weak heart
i guess i must be having fun
the less we say about it the better
make it up as we go along
feet on the ground
head in the sky
its ok, i know nothing's wrong, nothing
oh oh i got plenty of time
oh you got light in your eyes
and you're standing here beside me
i love the passing of time
never for money, always for love
cover up and say goodnight, say goodnight

I sold a subscription to someone in Canal Fulton.  She lives on Greenwood.

I'm back in Chicago now.  I started my new job as a telemarketer selling subscription sales to the Akron Symphony Orchestra through this marketing company.  It was really nerve-wracking and stressful calling people at first.  But I got used to it after a while.  I modified my script quite a bit to adjust to the responses I was getting.

It's kind of funny calling all these people from Northeast Ohio while I'm in Chicago.  I've noticed a particular voice I keep coming across.  It's this middle aged white family man voice.  It's got a very particular quality.  I can't really imitate it.  But it's kind of got this rich tone with rounded vowel sounds.  Very polite, casual, and friendly.  And slow paced.

I have one other person working on the Akron campaign with me, named Alfred.  And both of us have not made a sale at all.  It's tough calling that area.  It's really sad to hear over and over, "Sorry, I can't afford it. My husband just got laid off."

But anyway, if any of you peeps over there are interested, these things are actually a great deal.  And I'm not even just saying that.  I was pretty surprised when I saw the pricing.  Like you can get 3 concerts for $30.

I'm seeing a midnight show of Half Blood Prince tomorrow.  Anyone else going?

Since I've been back, I've been trying to take advantage of any free time I've got.  But because all my friends are on different schedules working and whatnot, this means I've been spending a lot of time by myself.  Which isn't bad.  But it's strange walking about experiencing things without another soul to bounce things off of.  It's like...losing some kind of sensory feedback.  At least for me, since I don't have a penchant for talking to strangers really.  It's like walking around in a capsule of myself.

The other day I went downtown and caught a showing of this French movie at the Siskel Film Center.  Afterwards I decided to take a stroll before heading back to my apartment.  I stopped into the Borders next door.  I browsed a bit then headed to the restroom.  But upon entering one of the stalls I was immediately turned off by the sight of some mysterious-yet-not-so-mysterious brown smears on the floor and walls.

I left pronto.

I made my way around the block, taking in the beauty of the theatre district.  Then I witnessed a large bearded man put a finger to his nostril and shamelessly blow a snot rocket into a nearby trash can.  Ahhh, urban life.

Yesterday, I went to the movies downtown to see Up. Again by myself. (Good movie.  I recommend it.  And it features the first Asian pixar character!)  Afterward, again I took a walk.  I made my way through the underground streets until I found a staircase leading me up to the above Michigan Ave.  I walked up there for a while.  Then contemplated going back down.  I made my way down some stairs.  Right by the stairs I saw a few homeless people had built this little...fort and were laying in it.  It was cool little structure.  But I changed my mind and went back up.

I walked to Millenium.  Sat for a bit.  Then headed for the train.  On the way there, I saw this homeless guy shaking a cup and holding a sign that said, "Why lie?  It's for beer."  It made me chuckle.  The guy saw me laughing and gave me a wide, toothy grin in return.

Yep, so those are my most recent Non-Adventures. 

I'm in Maryland now.  Today I went and saw Katie's dance show.  She had gone to a weeklong dance camp at this particular studio and this show was the culmination of it.

At one point the instructor who was the announcer for the whole thing asked the audience who liked country music.  Some parents raised their hands.  Then she said, "Who knows the song Cottoneye Joe?"  Minimal response, then she goes on, "I love Cottoneye Joe.  It gives me chills everytime I hear it."

Bahaha.