weezinggeek

going at full speed for so long, i was bound to breakdown at some point.
dear almighty, grant me the strength to get through the next seven weeks.

this must be the first day since i've been in chicago that i've felt like a local. for the past year, i've been so absorbed in comparing this city to life back home that i've failed to recognize the positive things it has to offer. i can actually picture myself living here for a while, taking the train to work and exploring the multitude of neighborhoods and cultural events on my days off... live a nice little life.

first semester, last year. day 2, 7:45p.
i'm so exhausted and sleep is threatening to overcome me. have to be up at 5:15a bright and early for the first day of OB clinical tomorrow. super excited but a little terrified. 100 pages to read before i can call it a night...  love what i'm learning so far, but it's all rather overwhelming being new information. hope the moms/moms-to-be and newborns will like me!

anyone yelp? i finally got down to writing a few reviews today after solely leeching for quite some time. within a few hours, i received a message from the chef/manager of a restaurant i'd left a so-so review for. give us another try, he said, and i'll make the dish right for you. cool. i don't think i'd actually make the trek out anytime soon again, but it was a kind gesture. i'm hoping i'll get around to sharing more of my experiences from the past year or so; i figure anything older probably wouldn't be very useful. i must say this is all pretty fun, plus it's motivation to try out new places.

watching conan the barbarian right now. i don't think i've seen it before, and it's just terrible. ha! i don't get what's going on, but maybe it's because i'm not paying close attention.

i can't seem to figure out quite why i didn't enjoy the coldplay show as much as i really should have. why oh why oh why, it's been pissing me off because it wasn't like death cab last year, when they performed a lot of new songs i hadn't yet warmed up to. i like viva la vida or death and all his friends, especially the songs that did end up on the playlist. every review i've heard from others about the concert (including random guests i served at the restaurant the next morning) was on par with how i've felt after seeing them in the past - riveting, spectacular and, quite frankly, unforgettable. i just didn't feel my heart skip a beat like it does every time i have them turned up in my car; i didn't feel it in my bones as i did years ago. "strawberry swing," decidedly my feel-good song of the summer and the song i was looking forward to most, was the greatest disappointment. but even their performances on the lawn -- as close as they were, as cool as it was -- all felt very distant.

it doesn't make sense in my mind.

but let's not brood on that much longer.

i would like to thank coldplay for making me feel more comfortable with my singing voice again, and my dusty jimmy eat world and nada surf sound bites for helping me to rediscover the joy in singing at the top of my lungs. i've neglected *my* music for far too long. i need it to counterbalance the heaviness of life, or at least to smooth out its edges. the only thing now is that i have a constant melody streaming through my head...

phoenix's latest album, wolfgang amadeus phoenix = thumbs up. let's see what else i can find via pitchfork.