Just got the letter today saying they think I am great but not great enough. I find that I don't really mind. That job seemed great when I was really homesick around Christmas, but I don't want to leave Chicago anymore. More accurately, I have a wonderful reason to stay here now.
Also I went to the train station here, and Penn Station and Grand Central Station are way cooler. Although a lot of people take the train. That was weird. I didn't think anyone did that anymore, but that may be how I go and visit Bohon.
Ummm, made a lot of money at work today for my store. Not for me, which sucks. Although I did single handedly beat last years sales. Yeah, that's life.
Please oh please let this be one of your good movies! I am about to watch 'Melinda and Melinda' so here is hoping it is good. Remember that Woody Allen made good movies for a while? Little worried that it is Will Ferrell because I hardly ever like whole movies of him, but there are lots of other good people in it. We'll see.
I miss Patrick. He called me last night to say good night. Allen Bush's friends stole his phone and called me last night too and left a very bizarre and obscene message, but they were drunk and just trying to get Alan in trouble, so I think that is pretty funny.
He is about to get off a train in Lansing, Michigan right now for the birthday of a two-year-old nephew and the hockey game of a five-year-old nephew. Yeah, that is way cute, so is my boyfriend. He is.
My job is being way sucky because we are having a low sales week or two which means all of our hours are being cut becuase we have too damn many managers at our store and they all have to work lots of hours. That sucks and doesn't because I do get to hang out at home some too.
I went to the 'center of the improv universe' last night and saw some long form improv, and I forgot how much I like it. We saw three teams, and two were very, very funny and one had two hilarious people in it but just didn't gel. It was a good night, and it was free as are all their 8pm shows on Wednesdays. Patrick and I will definitely go again--it will probably be our fallback cheap date night.
Speaking of improv, my roommate got into the second city training program, so she is way psyched, or she would be if she got more then three or four hours of sleep a night.
Patrick is going away this weekend--to see his family for his nephews 2nd birthday. I like that he has nephews; it is cute how much he likes them. They are pretty freaking adorable in their pictures.
We are going to a show at Improv Olympic, and it is a for reals date night this week. Getting back on track after a few weeks of illness and whatnot. My boyfriend is so great, and he is even better since he has gotten over his cold. And he forgives me all manner of annoying girlfriend sins. ;)
I have only worked five hour days the last two days, so they weren't long, but they felt that way. Work sucks. I need a job that at least pays me well even if I hate it, and it would be nic if it didn't come with manual labor.
Patrick is taking me to a play tonight, at Steppenwolf. Dan Rydell is going to be in it. That will be cool, although it is possible the lack of Sports Night banter may make me like him a little less (Dan, not Patrick of course I love him).
Patrick is wonderful. There were more flowers (roses and lilies and such in purple), and a fabulous dinner with Mojitos at The Mambo Grill, and on top of all that I got a gift (tickets to see a show at Steppenwolf featuring Dan Rydell from Sports Night--well, Josh Charles who was the actor who played him). Plus a lovely, ovely card with a quote from my favorite poet that made me cry. It was beautiful and wonderful, and I can't believe someone did all this for me. He is amazing.
In other news my balloons to him were never delivered. The website says they were, but he never got them. Things that suck.
I am so confused right now. I have been in three time zones since Friday. Friday I was Central and Pacific, Saturday and Sunday I was Mountain and Pacific, and today I have only been in one, but I am so mixed up who cares. Tomorrow I move from Pacific back to Central, but the best news of all is that I get to see my sweetheart for Valentine's Day. I have missed him on this trip. Anyway, enough gushing. Those of you who are bitchbarn members, I am soon to post a story on the bulletin boards that will make you laugh.
I have decided that I am the star of a show just for God called "Candid Heather" which is llike candid camera but just me having crazy things happen and God laughing hysterically. Go read the post on the bitchbarn, then you will understand.
That is so what I am right now. Patrick and I did not go to the flamenco last night. He was sick and I was going to go alone, but I wanted to spend time with him, so I did that. We had a very cold and snowy trip to Kinko's for him to make some teacher copies, but I was rewarded for not whining about the cold (I wore my chuck taylor's instead of boots into the snow for no reason except that I am a goober) with a hot cocoa.
He felt bad about not letting me go to the show (like people don't let me do just about anything), but I didn't mind. He actually asked me if I ever complained which I found very funny (as I am sure do many of you). He knows my blog address now, so who knows--he may read this (feel free to tell him about the real me in the comment section).
I leave for a big family fun trip home and to Idaho for a wedding, so I may not be so frequent a blogger until I get back next week. Just fyi. Tonight though my friend Renee is making me roast beef for dinner (home raised beef). Patrick is coming too and so maybe is my roommate.
It is kind of like a whole new audience for all of my stories, only it isn't really ew since most of the people who read this are all my friends and pretty much only my friends. Hmmmm. Sorry if I bore you then guys.
Today the weather kind of made it seem like I was stuck in a snow globe. That is what the snow looked like. It would be all normal and then snowy in a circley-swirl and then it would almost stop before someone shook us up again. Weird.
I am going to a flamenco concert tonight, but I think I am going shopping first. Woo Hoo!!
I have a million things to do in the very few days left before I go home. I can get a lot of them done today and tomorrow (since I get off of work very, very early), but I also have plans the next two nights (flamenco dance show and dinnner at a friends house). The crappy thing is that what I really want to do is just sleep and spend time with my boyfriend. Basically my life would be better if I didn't have to work. That's it I am buying a lottery ticket! Hmmmm. . .
(Perceive how I was able not to make this a super gushy email about my wonderful boyfriend.)
(I guess that first parenthetical sort of wrecked it. Oh well, he is totally worth it.)
I saw a guy coming out of the little chinese food joint by my train station with a five gallon bucket of soy sauce! Think of it--five gallons! Whoa. I knew it was soy sauce because of th big kikoman label on the side. I think it was crazy.
Patrick saw me drunk last night for the first time. I was really and truly drunk, and [STOP READING IF YOU ARE AFRAID OF TOO MUCH INFORMATION] we had really great drunken sex (well, he wasn't drunk which is probably why it was great), but--get this--his next door neighbors yelled at us to keep it down. We were told to shut up. Awesome. I am a part of the having loud sex neighbors. I apologize to anyone who didn't ever want to know that much about my sex life.
I was dinking around the internet today on my day off, and I started looking up some old friends I keep tabs on. One of them acts as part of the Guthrie's acting company, so I went there, and he is Hamlet in their production of it. He's Hamlet! What the Fuck! I remember when he was my pudgy sweet little friend who sang musicals with me off stage, and now he is Hamlet. I am really proud of him, and I hope to go see him when it opens in March.
I am not really sure. I don't think it should be expensive since we haven't been together all that long (and also I am poor), but I don't want it to be generic. Last night we were at a music store, and he was looking at some claves (cylindrical pieces of wood that are percussion somethings) but decided it wasn't quite worth it to buy just now, so I was thinking I would go back there and buy him some. They are in the $10-20 range, but they also show I pay attention to him, and they will be useful--I hope.
I was also thinking I would get whatever the gift is plus a card to Emily before I leave for Washington, so that she can give him the present at school on the morning of Valentine's Day. That would be good huh? Forethought and kind of a surprise--because he knows I don't get back until the afternoon of Valentine's Day.
My Patrick has decreed that Wednesdays are our date night. Every Wednesday we will go on a date which rules! How sweet is he seriously? Tonight we are going to a movie at a theatre near his house, but we aren't sure what one--it will depend on when we get there. Something artsy (we have bizarrely similar tastes, he and I, which is nice).
BTW the movie "Prozac Nation" is weird but mostly just sucky. Not at all good weird, also it has the really anorexic version of Cristina Ricci, and that makes it worse.