postgraduationhaze

The "evolve " Entry
Date: August 19
Climate: What is this weather?
Eating: Applesauce
Drinking: water
Feeling: odd.
Listening to: TV in the background, humming
Watching: Eddie drive
Reading: finished Waking the Dead, which made me think of Eddie and I in a very odd way; starting my new research project with Necessary Dreams and my womens ambition + masculinity lit.

I had my second interview today for Pfaff and Gill. I think it went very well: I also got the keys to my new place and started to move my stuff in...Eddie and I explored the area a bit; my place is so close to the lake:)
Things are going well, but this transition period for some reason makes me feel that life is so fragile...I don't know what that all means. Anyway.
Eddie and I are envisioning the seasons change outside my apartment: it makes me feel grounded. It is so nice to be home.

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I have two job offers: one with the DNC as an assistant director for their Chicago office, permanently based in Chicago but with the possibility to leave for a swing state if I want to (its nice to have options) or back with the union as a full time organizer.
I am in between what I want.
Tomorrow I am interviewing with a law firm downtown--with the actual head lawyer, Bruce Pfaff, himself. We'll see how that goes.
Put application in for the apartment I want: off Montrose, right near the lake --a massive one bedroom, all utilities included. We'll see--I don't know the area very well.

I am having fun at Jliz's apartment--her wallet was stolen from church (bastards!) so I took her out for...Steak and Shake --not the healthiest meal but comfort food when times are..tough, and it feels like she's had a rash of it lately...but the whole church-stealing thing prompted Brian to say something to the effect that Jesus isn't safe, which made us both laugh.

Meanwhile, I am tearing off Kill Hannah's name from all fliers I see advertising their upcoming show. I know, I know. But it just gets me so angry that it just sorta...happens. My hands just sorta start to tear, in anger.

This is an interesting week, lots of changes, transitions. I spoke with Stephanie for an hour and I miss her terribly--I guess I miss that part of my life terribly. But I know these changes are what is supposed to be happening--it just feels so...out of place for where I am used to being. Its all chaos and madness at once, I suppose.

Back to laying.

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