Monday, December 10, 2007

i'm not [t]here.

i should really stop watching all these quirky ass movies because i feel as though my life is now competing with them.

who can be the weirdest.

i just watched a film, "i'm not there" a non-linear,bio-flick about bob dylan. or should i say bob dylan[s]. it made little to no sense but had I not had the worse day of my life and a cranium-splitting headache I could have endured the 2 hours plus but i found it to be too much for the usual after-work pizza and a movie routine with my cousin, Rita.

it was absurd. and my life is already absurd i don't need anymore absurdity purely for entertainment. i already feel as though my life is non-linear with events clearly happening out of order. now, all i need is a few more characters coming out of the woodwork claiming to be myself.

Sunday, December 9, 2007

write it all down and don't leave anything out.

i have about 12-13 journals. I have been writing...documenting my days since I was about 9 yrs old when I received my first journal as a birthday present.

"what do you do with it?" i asked my nana [grandma]
"well, you write what you do in it."
"that's it?" i responded, perplexed.

my first entry:

I ate a grilled cheese sandwich today at nana's house.
i played sonic the hedgehog on my SEGA.

i found it hilarious that that was the beginning of what would be many journals to come. I journaled throughout middle school and sporadically in high school. i hadnt written in a couple years when my would-be mentor [ a professor at wheaton] began encouraging me to write again.

i came into his office one day as I did just about every week. And he had a whole shelf of thin booklets. when I asked him about them he sheepishly responded, "journals, i guess." and that is when it began...
he said, "this may sound sacrilegious but, I have always considered these books the third testament. there's the old and the new, of course. and those are the stories of god's faithfulness to His people throughout history but, the third well, the third is ours. His faithfulness to us as individuals. It is our story of His faithfulness. It struck me so much that I began writing again and never really stopped since...I have 4-5 journals just from college alone which i love because it reminds me how stupid i am-how human i am... and how loved i am.

Tuesday, November 27, 2007

"I have to pray!"

, he screamed. today would not be a good day.

i am so utterly heartbroken for my kids.

for those of you who have seen me in the last couple months [face to face]

i am full of stories. i work with behaviorally challenged kids [understatement of the century]. they're the kids that slap their principals, make bomb threats and put their fists through glass windows. yes, i tell LOTS of stories. they never end because they never stop doing shit. and every now and again we have to make restraints. you know take a kid down for fear of harming himself or other people...usually other people. i HATE it. no one takes pleasure in it...it traumatizes them. it re-traumatizes them. they have flashbacks of god knows what physical and sexual abuse and its traumatic for all of us to witness. it is often the closest we get to their real life horror.

it hit me today. as much as this boy is a liar and a pervert. he's also a boy-a hurt boy and i love him.

you only get a stanza.

i pour my heart out
into a paper cup
-its not full up-
its still half empty
its still half empty

Sunday, November 11, 2007

how to get over someone or something [but probably someone]

step one: decide at 1 on a sunday afternoon that hardwood floors would make you bedroom beautiful.

step two: rip up carpet and re-arrange room

step three: "misplace" your cell phone. find it, check for missed calls and "misplace" it again.

step four: book a plane ticket to new york. do not consult your planner or your supervisor. she'll understand or...fire you or she'll understand she has to fire you.


disclaimer: all or any of these steps do not guarantee that you're over "it" but it keeps life interesting.

Sunday, October 7, 2007

picking up broken glass // beautiful & far away

it didn't matter that you were selfish and distant or that the house was always a mess.
it only mattered that we were all together.
and though our love never kept up with the laundry or paid the bills on time
it was enough.
--------------------
i'm like the little engine that couldn't...
hard like my father and often mean
would love be impossible like one of those puzzles with too many pieces
---all looking the same & never fitting together
--------------------

and the next time i see myself i'm punching me dead in the face...

i screwed up. the mature, responsible twentytwoness has been compromised.

Thursday, September 20, 2007

a poem








xoxoxmore soon, maybe from others, maybe mine.

Thursday, September 13, 2007

i heart jermaine & bret

this is more for me than it is for you.


Saturday, September 8, 2007

as of today

i don't know how good i am at updating...
tons of things have happened...

i applied for this job at bellefaire jcb
as we speak they are checking my references if all goes well...i should start the 17th.
i shadowed the after school program they have & loved it. I feel as though I inherited 10 boys [with anger management issues].
on the weekends [yes i have 2 jobs] I am a barista which I also love. I don't have any friends at home [but i am getting some!] And even though it'll be exhausting it'll keep me from spending all my money [no social life = shopping] it'll also be my social network

i visited chicago labor day weekend best idea i've had in a long time.
saw my friends got some peace of mind...& decided i am heading back there...not now but in a year or less.

i also bought season 2 of greys anatomy & it made my freaking year [remember? no social life]

cleveland has its downsides but...i am getting used to it.

freakish thing that happened to me yesterday & consequentially my last day at ol' slavy :
i ran into my sophomore chem teacher [a short, evil man with ivory hair]
how did i i spot him [ you might ask]
well, he was screaming at his biracial grandkids much like i remember him screaming at us for fucking with his beakers during lab.
i had an immediate flashback and when I came to he was pushing his cart full of cafe au lait kids toward my checkout.

now, i don't know what it is but i hate seeing people i know from one environment either from HS or that random community college course you took or little league [anything like that] anywhere outside of that...i HATE it. its awkward. i think someone once said its like seeing a dog walk on its hindlegs...

cue the next 9 awkward minutes of him grilling me about my 5 year plan and me trying to explain why i have a bachelor's and work at ol' slavy. [ thank GOD it was my last day].

classic moments like these are strictly reserved for those who may find themselves at home after graduation. they are definitely not for the faint of heart.

Saturday, August 25, 2007

most of the time we run

...but sometimes we need to stay.

I don't know. I have a job interview in NYC with Vera Institute of Justice of prestigious non-profit that does work with blah-de-blah-blah. You get the jiff I am excited or was excited.

Let me rewind...
I put in my 2 weeks notice at Ol' Slavy and I never have felt better. I think retail was killing my soul. I'm suddenly a lil' more...cheerful at work.

I put in my 2 weeks because I got an offer or a potential offer from a non-profit social service org near my neighborhood. They don't pay nearly as much as I would like but if I hang up one more pair of pants they're going to be attached to someone.

Then I get a call from this local cafe [ a place I tossed my resume at while I was the bowels of retail hell] I interview the same day...I like the guy [ the boss we bonded over sergio mendes and justin timberlake] so, I agree to work for him on the weekends. I was trying to remain vague and open-minded but I ended up eager and jumping the gun.

But wait...I have an interview in NYC in 2 weeks...so why did I agree to serve coffee here? I don't know. Suddenly, I don't feel good about it, but I love New York and they pay enough...not amazing, but enough.

But I feel like its not adding up. I may be working with what my papa affectionately calls, "known felons" on home visits...? There's something about this that makes me not want it... I'm being vague and it sounds like I'm taking ex-cons out for their birthday but...that's the thing I don't even know. Anyway, I'm done with talking about that...

Its hard to keep track of everything[ so many jobs, so much ambition and disappointment]...someone once told me the first 6 mos/yr after you graduate is the worst...and they were right.

Tuesday, August 14, 2007

one ticket to crazytown, please

i am so angry with the state of my life right now. i am so dissatisfied words cannot express. i am an extremely ambitious person and I am used to getting what I want. Not in a "I want that gucci bag, daddy, can you please get it for me?" type of way but in a "I am going to succeed in my endeovers even if I have to punch someone dead in the face." type of way. I think I derserve everything I get and more.

If I think I deserve better I can get it. If I want it I deserve to have it. And if its mine I have every reason to keep it.
now, maybe this seems to be the mindset of some fascist dictator and not a 22 year old and i don't need anyone to tell me i have entitlement issues.

but dammit i had plans...i still have plans. but working retail is boiling up all my intellect. i have a fucking bachelor's and that means something. and i know i will eventually have a job that i can be proud of...but this is a rant [its loosely based on reality] and this ticket to crazy town is round trip so, gimme a minute.

coming back home is like going back in time. i was 22. i was an intern. a go-getter. a loudmouth who wouldn't take no for an answer. now i'm 16 again. nobody knows me or cares. i'm the girl at old navy who can't ring people up correctly and doesn't say much.

cleveland is eating me all up. atleast at wheaton i had a niche. a corner. a square inch unmarked by wheaton's pretension. not here. cleveland's cornier than ever and i don't have a spot to stand on.

the new york interview was a joke. the organization was so disorganized they neglected to give me a time in which to meet them and by then it was too late to book tix to NYC. what a waste. i don't wanna work for someone that unorganized.

i am trying not to be too desperate but what is taking so damn long?

Thursday, July 26, 2007

what's new

* i got pulled over 3 days ago {after incessantly bragging that i've never been pulled over, go figure}...for failure to yield. i had a whole epic post about it and then decided it wasn't that deep. i did cut a cop car off, but i didn't do anything wrong. got it? cut him off...did absolutely nothing wrong. anyway, didn't get a tix...if i see another a cop [ever] it'll be too soon.

* i'm going on vaca with the fam to the northeast...a road trip [in typical thomas family style] to connecticut, rhode island and boston. it's a relief from the monotony of job, eat, sleep [repeat].

* while on vaca, i'm gonna slip away to NYC for a job interview. i don't wanna talk about it cos I don't wanna jinx myself.

* i'll hear back next week for the adoption consultant position next week. i dreamt i didnt get the job...maybe its prophetic, maybe it neurotic. i'll find out next week.

* thinking about getting a haircut. something DRASTIC.

*paz*


ps finally discoverd the goofy fx on my MAC photobooth. please enjoy.


y'know some people say i have a big mouth.


...and a big forehead.


and an alien.

Wednesday, July 18, 2007

i'm a big kid now.

money always eludes me. how am i supposed to be this responsible adult without it? when do we grow up? there's know notable birthdays that mark our passage into adulthood [after 18] so, when does it happen? when we pay our first bill or get our own place?
and while were asking questions...


...what happens to a dream deferred?

Sunday, July 15, 2007

& then my past came running up to meet me.

so, remember when i told you guys i have lost contact with a few people purposefully? well today as i left sevenoseven i ran right into 5 people from that past i tried to leave behind. not to be ultra dramatic but they were all affiliated with a church that was really detrimental to my faith & to separate myself from that...inadvertently i separated myself from them, too.

well, just as i left church this evening i hear someone scream out my name, "KIM THOMAS!" Without even looking up I thought, uh-oh. But though i have nothing in common with these people [or so i say]. it just doesn't seem right to blow people off like i did.

and then i went to postsecret & saw this:



it made me rethink all those excuses i was making...

Monday, July 9, 2007

people are just people

NOTE: contrary to popular belief...i don't think i'm bitter about wheaton...or as bitter [as some people]. there were some fun times there but there were equally some VERY difficult times. but saying that, i don't think i could have gone anwhere else and gained the same valuable perspective i have of the world. did i fit in? hell no. but i think that many people [more than i originally thought] felt similarly. i think i could have done things differently [been a bit more friendly] but it happens. -fin-

now for a funny story:
i'm hanging out at my spot in coventry just outside talking on the phone and this white man in a cabana hat & hawaiian shirt [ who doesn't look a day younger than 300 yrs old] belts out, "you look like my new wife! you look great." i looked at him [thank god i was wearing shades to hide the utter disbelief in my eyes] and thought, "oh no that can't be...that's not possible." i laughed a nervous laugh and our bizarre interaction ended.

aside from that i had a lot of fun at coventry just people-watching...some random band [y'know the emo types] was shuffling all their equipment into the grog shop [ a concert venue on coventry]. there were young people, old people and it was just fun to see them all in one place. i guess thats one thing i like about areas in cleveland. they're not pretentious...old people & young people can have the same favorite spot in town. which is nice.

ps it was hot as hell today.

pps i'm stuck to the couch

Sunday, July 8, 2007

never a wheatie or laying down the stones

i randomly found myself on the wheaton college website and decided to take a glance at the new orientation committee [OC]. which if you don't know is very hyped on campus as they have the "prestigious" position of ushering in all the new rugrats on campus. i have a pretty good opinion of them as i loved my orientation commitee and entertained the idea of being on OC myself.

but i had no regre ts as i scrolled down the page of unrecognizable faces on the committee. you have to LOVE wheaton to be apart of something like that & since i specialize in honesty i could not pretend to be head over heels about this institution. as i was reading ea. person's blurb they have to answer silly qs like what their favorite place on campus. i thought about our tiny plot of land and was perplexed...did i even "hang" on campus? was there a hotspot [that i didn't know about]? i thought to myself, "well, i take powernaps in the prayer chapel and i'm sure duane litfin [our president] would have loved to hear that...

:::edit:::

i went to sevenoseven tonight. and i really liked it---not because they did anything unique, but because God was there. now, i have been an avid "church shopper" since my days at wheaton [ whose claim to fame is the most churches per square mile]. but i don't have the "luxury of choosiness" nor do i need it in cleveland. i just wanna go where God is.

the church had some "in-house business" to address about a portion of their team that had fallen into some sin that had proved detrimental to the church community as well as his wife and family. i don't have the nitty-gritty details but the whole staff seemed pretty broken up about it. & its worthy of being sad. but i'm glad they emphasized restoration for this staff member. i almost thought as i was sitting in the pew. are they embarrassed, as a new person to the church, do they wonder if i'll even come back? but as much as i can be an ass & extremely judgmental. i won't turn my face from vulnerability-from humility-from open & honest confession. nope, i can't do it. i have to lay down my stones like everybody else and go back home.

so i guess i said all that to say-i like the church. i like its humility & solid foundation in the word & i respect the staff. i can't wait to go back next sunday:)

Saturday, July 7, 2007

ugly on a sunday

for the past 4 years i have done a very good job of dropping the dead weight from life back home. that has sometimes meant people and at other times bad habits. And i don't know if that was the best decision, but i stand by it like most of the decisions i've made.

it has left me without a church community but sometimes i think that the one i had did me more harm than good.



i once told a friend of mine that if i had to go off my own experience with churches i would have lost faith in the idea of church community years ago. but thank GOD that the church is more than just people and their faithless ways.

its the one place where you're supposed to feel at home. but i have never felt more awkward than at church. sure you wanna be open & get involved & establish relationships. but i often find people's inclination toward me arbitrary or at best novel [which is prolly why i tend to be weary].

and with most of my family not attending church...i am not given much incentive [not that i should require any].
but i just think of high school and attending youth group for 4 years and i didn't feel anymore apart than the first day i had walked through the door [scared & uncertain]. & there are reasons for that---reasons that i won't get into right now [ remember? i'm not into long blogs].

the church can be so ugly but i wrote about it today to say that i looked up this young adult bible study that meets at 7:07 every sunday hence the name sevenoseven. and even though i don't know anybody & in some ways i will be shuffling through the doors like the shifty fourteen year old i was years ago...i'm not disheartened & i'm unafraid. because i'm not 14 anymore. and going to a new church may not seem like a big deal to you guys but its a big deal to me given my past.

but i'll let you know how it goes...

Friday, July 6, 2007

this is where we go when we run away.

i had a lil' breakdown today. don't get me wrong i LOVE my family, but i am losing my mind. they are driving me crazy. the absurdity that is my family can only be handled in small doses. and i'm about to OD. i've toyed with the idea of going back to chicago for awhile and staying with my sister.

chicago in the summer is fun, light & exciting. but come winter in bundles up like everywhere else in the midwest. and i guess i say that to mean i have to make sure my motives for leaving cleveland are legitimate.

make no mistake if i laid out the pros and cons right now of both cities chicago would win by a landslide but i'm a practical girl [sometimes] and i need a sense of purpose to go to chicago & stay.

:::other ideas i've toyed with:::

a road trip. where? to michigan to see this pastor by the name of rob bell & a church, mars hill [which sounds like a WB sitcom but it is completely legit]. in my disillusioned days since graduation. mr. bell's sermons online are the only thing that seem to be getting through to me.
Q: so, how did i come to know mr. bell?
A: well, like all good lil' theologians he attended wheaton college [note the sarcasm]
he was one of our chapel speakers that came my freshman year. and had i known then that that would be the best chapel [ a close second: a fella by the name of mr. shane claiborne] i ever attended in my time at wheaton i would have listened a lil' more closely. but nevertheless i was struck by his relevance to the times. i think that is the most important thing a christian can be---is relevant. i believe it is the one of our biggest threats as well [atleast that's what i wrote in my final christian thought paper].
i highly recommend listening to some of his sermons online: http://www.marshill.org/teaching/index.php

anyway, i want to drive up to michigan and sit in on a sermon. i think that would be amazing.

anyway, i have this thing against blogs being too long so, i'm done.

ps i want to get back into painting too.

pps my cat is trying to eat some flowers i have stuck in a vase near my bed right now.

bawk, bawk, bawk...



my dad just left a msg on my cell phone imitating a chicken. if there was any confusion this is the type of family i have...

we never take anything seriously.

Thursday, July 5, 2007

what makes me happy

after a horrible disillusioned rant i thought i'd end with...what makes me happy in my transitional days at home in cleveland...

flight of the conchords: 2 kids from new zealand who have their own show on HBO [sunday nights]. they are SO freaking hilarious. everything about them is absurd & slightly inappropriate [ my favorite type of humor]



random trips to coventry: an odd quarter-mile of road where i can get gelato, hear some indie bands, listen to some poetry readings, buy some used books & peruse the weirdest toys i've seen in a crazy store called BIG FUN



cleveland institute of art: its tiny. art is not exactly poppin off in cleveland but i like student art. they have a teeny tiny gallery inside the institute i used to go there a lot in high school & had a few things displayed there from some art classes i took. i once saw this huge display of a man consuming a cow but the cow was unphased and it appeared that the cow was wearing a man suit. if it sounds disturbing its b/c it was but i thought it was great commentary on consumerism. y'know basically the premise is out of our "necessity for materials" who ends up being the consumer and who ends up being the consumed.

regina spektor:
listen to: the ghost of corporate future, samson, dusseldorf, better, baobabs & bartender

arizona iced tea: i don't know if anybody knew this but this is the only thing i drank in DC on a consistent basis & is the only thing i drink now. so thank you arizona iced tea company & the state of arizona without which i might be parched right now.


this list has already turned ridiculous so i'm done.

-fin-

i'm in transition.

& i am still awake SO i thought i'd do a lil' blogging. tons of things have happened i just haven't been writing them down...at all--on paper or anything! which is a big deal for me. i can't even locate my journal & most of my stuff is in boxes after being home for almost 2 mos. LAME. there's really no excuse for living out of suitcase when you're home.

HOME

but i want a home of my own. doesn't have to be big or anything it just has to be mine.

I have been working at old navy recently better known as ol' slavy. And i think that my parents would rather me atleast get a temp job working somewhere else. but i don't even want to PRETEND to drop anchor in cleveland. :::this god-forsaken place::: there is absolutely nothing for me here. Before this summer i hadn't spent longer than 2 mos. consecutively here since my high school graduation, so that goes to show how much i have invested in my hometown.

As much as i ragged on wheaton [and i don't wish i was back for a sec.] it gave many opportunities that i don't think i would have even wanted otherwise.

i was talking to the director of this adoption agency in an interview a couple weeks ago and she was very interested in all my adventures i had had [ here & abroad]. And these people just assume that you did this for college credit and a look of shock comes across their faces when you tell them. As if no one could possibly want to do something that didn't serve themselves. The same thing happened when I interviewed for this caseworker position in chicago. why is it so shocking to want to help people and to know its gonna stress you out, but you wouldn't want it any other way.

i dont know what this post degenerated into but i felt like i needed to say that.
i'm in transition....anyway watch for more frequent posting perhaps with some poems & other stuff...

PEACE

Tuesday, June 5, 2007

Sunday, June 3, 2007

Tuesday, May 29, 2007

el futuro & other shit like that

Y'know I've been a bit mopey lately. Not wanting to write because the same thing consumes me & 10 posts that say the same thing...well, that just ain't cool. so, whats the thing? :::sigh::: a job. My name is Kim and I am a busybody. :::collectively the crowd says, "HI, KIM."::: I guess Wheaton has trained me well. I am not a woman of leisure. I am a woman of drama, tragedy & tasteless humor, but not of leisure. I need to work until my hair falls out or find some horribly tragic cause to put my heart through the grinder for. Some gruesome schedule to propel me into the next decade. I cannot sit still...and thats what this summer has been. At home life slows waaaaaaaaayyyy doooooowwwwwwwwnn. I never spent too many summers at home & now I have little to come home to (save family, but it is enough).

I could return to Chicago, but for what? All I do is romp around but what I really want is something I can pour myself into to.

I talked to my super-ambitious friend Nicole [one of a couple people I've kept in contact with since high school] today. She'll be getting her PH.D in Soc in 5 yrs from Penn State. impressive. She always was. I can't help but be a bit envious--not because I want a PH.D but because I want a plan. But she reassured me. I've always been the adventurous one [mixed in with bouts of pragmatism] I've travelled seen all kinds of places & I can't believe I am so keen on trading it in for a 9 to 5.

I said this once and maybe I'll believe it again.

My whole life. The door is blown wide open by promise and opportunity. I could be anything, do anything & go anywhere. All I have are options and all I've got is time.

Tuesday, May 22, 2007

{untitled} epiphany

i'm realizing that my sense of humor is :::generally::: offensive. whoops.

Saturday, May 19, 2007

Friday, May 18, 2007

paul klee



went to the art institute yesterday and this was by far my favorite painting...

cleveland, where i hide my face

I need to...go...home. I need to go home, now. chicago has become this horrible tease in which i live and yet have no job. to remain here would be a mockery to my post-grad transition. to be a moocher, a squatter in the windy city was NOT one of career goals. i must take myself home...and sort myself out.

being unemployed is SO unbecoming.

Wednesday, May 16, 2007

not a winner

that interview kicked my ass. i arrived early by an hour a half and waited in the waiting rm until called around 130. for the next 3.5 hrs i was utterly tortured with written & oral exams---dense, dramatic scenarios in which i had to pretend to be a social worker [which i have lil' faith that i have the ability to be]. the owrst was the spanish portion. i am good at spanish...but being good at spanish and being spanish-speaking are obviously different. And all those times feeling uncomfortable...and hesistant about speaking spanish just came back to me.

i wouldn't care as much but i suffer from OVER-confidence and generally go around thinking i'm the shit and it shook my confidence a bit.

they said they would try to reschedule the oral portion...but i don't know if its worth it because if i get the job...i'd still struggle.

job-searching is a bitch.

Tuesday, May 15, 2007

current

This week...

watching: half nelson
dying to read: bastard out of carolina
coveting the artwork of: lorna simpson
scared shitless by: 28 wks. later
stuffing my face with: jimmy john's
anticipating: grey's anatomy!

rainy, rainy

so, i waited to the last minute to map out a route to my interview which is tomorrow. :::in true kim fashion::: i made the hike down to the southside via the red line [all the way to 63rd] where I then needed to catch a bus...to find the Cook Co. South location of DCFS.

i found myself in the company of all black patrons as I rode southbound [ which made no difference to me//felt like home] but it is worthy of noting because usually I find myself surrounded by a sea of white faces on the northside sans uptown.
but this is obvious. Saying black people overwhelmingly live on the southside is like stating that the sky is blue. I know the history as good as anyone else...i just wish we could change it...

speaking of idealism...this segues quite nicely into the idealist.org-sponsored job fair i attended today with grace & esther. out of the 75 organizations nothing looked enticing except a national urban fellows program [intended for those looking for a mid-career switch]. has the desperation not set in quite yet? i know what i want to do---all i have to do is find it [ i can't settle...yet// or at all]. the guy @ nat'l urban fellows was encouraging, even though I was too young to apply, he told me I was on the right track & he told me not to pay for grad school [ a hint that I could...eventually be a fellow]. sure his encouragement guarantees nothing but for a brokeass college grad a lil' encouragement can go a looooong way.

Monday, May 14, 2007

NEW STORY


BTW... I graduated from WC and from xanga to blogger. new phase, some change & a new journal to boot...



ps Do I look like an adult yet???

squatting in the chi*

I am staying with my sister for a couple wks...just until I have my interview [which is Wednesday]. I'm nervous because I want it so badly and this is a serious interview[ 2-3 hours long!] Apparently, the state of IL doesn't play. That's whose interviewing me IL's Dept. of Children & Family Services. It is my first face to face interview which honestly can't be any worst than my phone ones [I once missed a phone interview by an hour due to different time zones ].

Did I ever tell you I love chicago in the summer? It serves as the best distraction from imminent real world responsibilities. I have been gallivanting [that's right gallivanting] around the city visiting friends...stopping at random "L" stops to see what there is to see. I have been secretly trying to find my niche in this city... as if I'll be back here [which isn't certain].

So far this is what I've found...the Northside is overwhlemingly full of posers.
Belmont: fake ass hipsters & generally pleasant gay men
Addison: Wrigleyville is not my favorite because...well...Cubs fans are not my favorite
Diversey & Fullerton: college students & Gucci-clad bores
And then there's Uptown which holds nothing but good memories from when I visited friends in the ol' WIC apts. Studying @ the Borders...getting questionable shakes from Uptown BBQ (the greeks).
Anything North of Sheridan I have, as of yet, to have an impression [i'll let you know when it impresses me].
But I do like Evanston's movie theater but that is all the purple line has proven good for thus far.