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so this is my blog. i have never had a blog before and i'm not sure how long i will be maintaining this one. as an advanced warning; nothing prolific will be written here, hence the title. mostly this will probably be my interpretations of all the things in daily life that i find funny, ridiculous, irritating, sad..etc. when i was in high school and for a couple of years after i used to write all the time. you could call it keeping it a journal, i called it a way for me to clear my head, something that is pretty necessary for me.


i write this sitting at my parents house, having just eaten burger king for the first time in roughly 12 years. when i was 16 i got food poisoning from burger king. i know it was burger king because that was the only thing i had eaten that day. i could have probably forgiven burger king if it wasn't for the fact that the next day i was supposed to go snowboarding up at cascade with a bunch of friends. being the stubborn person that i am, i went. even though i was in incredible agony when i woke up and for the entire day. instead of taking pleasure in one of my favorite things to do, i spent the day in Mr. and Mrs. Burg's mini-van trying to sleep/get better so i could make at least a few runs. eventually, i did make it to the mountain (er, hill) and have a little bit of fun. the incident did help inspire a 5 year run of vegetarianism. you know what disturbs me the most about this whole thing? i got the same fucking thing i did back then, a whopper. i suppose at this point i deserve to be called an idiot. i guess the point is, i am definitely a little frightened that tomorrow will not be a good day.


a more pressing matter at hand is that i am currently trying to make a definite decision about where i want to live. the most rational decision would be to continue my apartment hunt and move somewhere in the glen ellyn, elmhurst, lombard area. however, i find myself increasingly attracted to the idea of moving downtown. specifically, the logan square area. i suppose a lot of this could be attributed to the fact that when i graduated high school i moved to colorado to go to college while a lot of my friends moved to chicago. when i came back from college, for a multitude of reasons that i won't go into, i settled into the suburbs. in short, i feel like i missed out on the opportunity to live in the city that i love and have always wanted to live in. at this point, there is no real good reason for me not to live there. i suppose i'm just trying to convince myself that it is the right choice.

yesterday i got my mid year bonus check (one that was much needed to facilitate this move and other financial obligations). currently my week days consist of 2.5 activities: work, school and homework. homework only gets a .5 because it is still school, but in a different location. therefor, my only time frame to deposit said check was to go before work in the morning. i bank at washington mutual, which was bought out by j.p. morgan-chase. according to what i've been told by washington mutual this makes chase my bank as well. this was proven wrong this morning when i tried to make a deposit. i pulled up to the drive through (lobby not open until 9), and said, "i need to make a deposit, my account was originally opened at washington mutual, i don't have my account number memorized. can i do this with my i.d.?"

"yeah, no problem," replied the teller, very nonchalantly. a couple of minutes pass by, "sir do you want to deposit this or cash it?" a confused voice calls out.

"deposit it," i answered. the teller returned to work. he came back about a minute later.


"your account number isn't on the deposit slip, do you know it?" at this point i can feel my blood pressure rising.

"no, i don't have it memorized."

"that's ok, do you have your debit card with you?" i feel a sense of relief and send over my debit card believing that everything will be fine now because at wamu, if you don't know your account number, they can access your account with your debit card. i turn back on Gaslight Anthem, which i am horribly addicted to, and wait to receive my deposit receipt.

"sir, do you have an account with Chase?"

"i feel like i've already told you this. i opened my account with Washington Mutual. it was my understanding that i could use any chase branch as i would any branch of theirs?" what followed was the teller muffling his voice with his hand while i'm guessing he explained why he couldn't do it. honestly, though, i'm not sure as i couldn't understand a single fucking word the previously audible teller said. then, my i.d., debit card, and un-deposited check were returned to me through the magic tube and the teller immediately turned and walked away and out of sight. unbelievable. it took one teller less than 15 minutes to take a giant shit all over customer service.