while home this weekend my mom and i visited my cousin’s new house for the first time. during the course of conversation angie mentioned that she had gone to a pet adoption event and her friend had bought a cat. her friend is going to name the cat something like ‘beaumont’ but angie had, in my opinion, a much better suggestion:

‘señor meow-meow’

just got back from california and experienced my most irritating cab ride so far. we’re on the interstate and things were going ok until the city seemed to be awfully close by. but i thought, hey, maybe there is just some weird on ramp for the interstate up here or he missed the last one. nope, to get to albany park, which is at the end of the brown line and something like 20 blocks from the lake, this guy takes me all the way out to lake shore drive and heads north from there.

this is the totally wrong way to go. i can’t think of a more unreasonable route to take. but i decided to give the guy the benefit of the doubt. maybe he’s new to the city or doesn’t know where kimball is (unlikely since it has it’s own off ramp on the interstate) and just wants to take lsd because it has a montrose exit. whatever. i try to let it slide, even as the meter moves past the amount that should’ve had me on my doorstep and we’re only at belmont.

we get to my corner, $12 over what the fare should’ve been and this guy tells me his credit card machine doesn’t work. he then gives me this long agonizing explanation about something or other, but it doesn’t matter what it is because the point is, i’m not getting out cash for this guy and i KNOW that cabs have those little carbon sheets for credit cards anyway. he offers to drive me to an atm for free. i try to be nice and explain that i didn’t want to make a big deal about it but he took me way out of the way and the fare is a lot higher then it should’ve been and there is no way i’m going any FURTHER out of my way unless he knocks the fare back down to where it should’ve been before his ‘scenic tour’ of chicago. eventually, after making sure to tell me what a risk he’s taking by accepting my credit card without waiting for authorization, he does the carbon receipt thing. he then has the balls to ask me how much of a tip i want to give him. i say three bucks, because i don’t want to leave him with nothing, and he is obviously displeased by the amount and makes me repeat it. then he asked me for a phone number in case my super-risky credit card didn’t go through (gave him the work number), didn’t bother to say anything as i got out of the cab, then hung around outside the building for about 5 minutes. what was he doing? waiting to see what apartment i’m in so he can come back later? i can’t believe that cab ride cost me $50.

i’m in the midst of what will heretofore be known as ‘The Hormone Debacle’ – i, like all sane women, hate having my period. HATE. so i thought i’d try one of those birth control pills that lets you have only have 4 periods a year. sounded like a super idea! less gross bleeding from my nether regions, plus improved skin and no cramps! hooray!

hold on there – don’t start celebrating yet. unfortunately my body decided that this was not going to happen. ‘unacceptable!’ by ovaries cried. instead of the improvements listed above, what i got was the. exact. opposite. so, my doctor switched me to another type of pill in the hope that i would play nice with a different hormone cocktail. no results either way for now.

BUT, as my hormones wildly fluctuate – trying to adjust to a new pill and, this past week, no pill at all – what i have noticed is…i’m turning into (*gasp*) a girl. observe:

now, i’ve always been easily manipulated by movies and tv. anyone can tell you this. i mean, i want to be manipulated – if i’m not emotionally invested in some way, what’s the point of seeing the movie/show in the first place? i really get into what i’m watching and am easily moved by situations involving Estranged Father-Son Relationship, Underdog Athlete(s), Self-Sacrifice For Loved One, etc. but usually, welling up with tears or actual crying happens rarely. lately? ha! i cry at least once for every hour of media i watch.

dr. macy realizes he has a drinking problem? i’m crying. mr. eko shoots a man to keep his young brother from having to do so? reaching for the tissues. pollack realizes jordan doesn’t love him? clutching parsnip as if my life depended on it. jordan realizes that even though she tried to make it work she’s completely unable to have a meaningful relationship? i’m inconsolable. and it gets worse – i get all teary on THE BUS just by reading a vaguely sad part of a book or a memory. wtf?!

then there’s the food. i’ve never been a chocolate person. i would go as far as to say that i don’t care for it all that much. i’ve never eaten a lot of sweets, even when i was little. but now, i want cookies and candy ALL THE FREAKING TIME. i can’t get enough of it. i bought a BAG of m&m’s the other day. i mean, what’s next? going all mushy over bridal magazines? or, god forbid…CHILDREN?!? what is happening to me??? i’d better be back to normal soon dammit, or i’m going to have to read a copy of the state of the union or something to reclaim my bitterness and apathy.

this morning i found out that i’ve been accepted to camberwell‘s post-graduate art conservation program! i’ll receive my official admissions packet in the next few weeks. woo!

yes, you can all come visit me in london. yes, my official vote for the family vacation is now Australia.

…yes, i accept cash and credit cards for my tuition fund. 🙂