Does anyone even read this anymore? Doubtful, but I'm going to waste my time anyways. I used to re-read my old posts all the time at my old job when I was bored but since I started my new one back in July, I hardly ever do. I've had nothing to do for the past few days so have been reading them and realized how much I love doing that because I wrote about shit that I would've never remembered had I not typed them down. So, this blog is basically purely for selfish reasons. Just had to get that out of the way in case you were wondering. Which you weren't. But I pretended anyways.
I'm still loving my new job, which I guess I can stop calling it that since I've been there almost six months now. I've gotten two raises already - who wouldn't love a job like that. My co-workers are awesome and have become more like friends, albeit friends that harass each other all day everyday - it's the only way we know how to get shit done. I may get made fun of for being a Southsider (everyone else is from the Northside) on a daily basis, but I can put up with that because I have FUN at my job. Who can say that? I look forward to going in because I know I'll laugh my ass off all day. I may still get incredible road rage coming home at least twice a week when I get stuck in traffic but it's a small price to pay. Not really because it's insane how bad traffic will make me so fucking crabby, but it can't all be sunshine and rainbows. I never thought I'd have a job I enjoy going to, but I do. I'm lucky yo.
One thing that's made the commute a tiny bit more plausible? My new car and the Sirius radio that came with it. Not having to listen to commercials or search endlessly while there seems to be only shitty songs on has made life a little bit more worth living. I'm not dramatic at all! It may suck making payments each month on my 2009 Ford Focus (which I can no longer say is from the future, what a shame) but mother of god, that Sirius radio is the SHIT. Especially channel 26, Left of Center Rock. I love you Jake Fogelnest!
I had a boyfriend for a few months, then lost him. It was great for a month but at the end it was like talking to a brick wall. A brick wall that doesn't acknowledge when you talk or even attempt to laugh at my stories. Pretty typical brick wall-ness I guess. Not crying over that guy, that's for sure. The only part I'm pissed about? He was tall! So damn tall! I could've worn stilts and still not have been as tall as him. If only I could have been fine with talking to myself for the rest of my life, it could've been beautiful. I think I'll give it a few more years before I start lowering my standards that much.
I went to a cousin's wedding in St. Louis back in October. Me and my brother and sister thought this wedding would be super lame because it was for my dad's side, and this particular family, his sister's, is ultra-conservative. As in, they really believed Sarah Palin was right for the job and will vote for anybody basically because they are anti-abortion. All of this equalled lameness for the wedding but it was not the case. Not the case at all. The other side of the family was fucking awesome and we drank all weekend with them. Plus there was one really cute cousin. What happens in St. Louis stays in St. Louis, right? So now I need more of my cousins to get married. Pronto. Forget that I'm the oldest cousin and am as far away from getting married as you can get, you younger ones, GET ON IT.
I went to Grant Park on Election Night for Obama's rally and it was so super cool to be there to actually witness history happening. I was nowhere near the stage, I was in the other section of the park just watching the results on jumbo-trons but it was still awesome to at least BE there. I may have been tired as fuck the next day for work, but it was worth it. What would have made it more worth it was seeing Brad Pitt there. Dang. Next time.
Christmas and New Years was great. My family spent a week in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan skiing/drinking for Christmas. It had been forever since we took a road trip like that and I hope the next one is in forever too. We had a fucking blast, but I could do without being crammed in the car for eight hours straight. For New Year's Eve I went to a party with Keri and her boyfriend Pat and J.P and his girlfriend Erin. At first I was wary of going but Pat promised me there'd be dudes there and not only couples so I went and had a good time. Also made out hardcore with the only other single dude there. Good thing that worked out or I woulda been pissed at Pat. Can't take me anywhere.
The Bears season was abysmal. All we had to do was beat the goddamn Texans and we would've been in the play-offs. Absolutely tragic. I went to a game a few weeks ago, a Thursday night game versus the Saints, the only game where a kick-off was returned for a touchdown and I missed it because we weren't in our seats yet. Motherfucker. At least they won though. I'm 2 for 2 in games these past two seasons where they go into overtime. I should probably go to all the games from now on. Or the Bears should JUST FUCKING WIN WHEN THEY NEED TO. God, it sounds so simple doesn't it. If only.
And lastly, a convo I had with my mom yesterday while I was putting away the dishes in the dishwasher:
Mom: Aw Kate! Thank you!
Me: I'm done for the year now.
Mom: God, the guy who marries you in gonna have to be a strong guy.
Me: Yeah he is. I ain't marrying no pussy.
Mom: That's my girl.
I'm glad we got that cleared up.