Chicago Land

I’ve decided to become vegetarian.

• I suppose most peoples assumptions would purely be based off of the fact I may or may not love animals, with my household fill of them, but the main concern for becoming a vegetarian is to become healthy! Though, with the possibility of growing more pale than I already am and with the occasional loss of a pound or two which I don’t think I’d necessary mind that too much, I feel I have the will power to do so. So here is to today, twenty-sixth of March and making a journey to myself to no longer indulging in the sometimes delicious, however yet unhealthy red meats and its delicious tendencies to please my taste buds. I will no longer fill myself up with hormone induced meals, however tasty they may be, and I will now begin to rid my body of all of the toxins which are currently punishing me with countless stomach aches and nausea.
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• Other than my new revelation, I baked muffins today.
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• 3 very ripe bananas
• 1/4 cup oil 
• 1 cup sugar
• 2 cups flour1 tsp salt
• 1 tsp baking soda1 cup chopped walnuts (optional)
• Oven at 360, bake till they're soft and not gooey. 

Delicious muffins at that, bananas, sugar, soft bread and just the tad kick of something sweet. As well as watching Lost. Yes, I have become one of those people, the kind where even though they may be entirely confused and sometimes frustrated with the plot flow, which however choppy or indecisive it may be, still loves the show with her complete and utter heart. Though I haven’t been following Lost from the beginning, I’ve finished the final episode of season four tonight! Not that I want to be putting an exclamation mark at the end of the sentence, since I am more than displeased with everything that had taken place in this season four finale.

Displeased indeed. I am now only two episodes through season five and it’s picking up a little. Just a little.

Though I may be leaving just blocks away from Magnificent mile and all of the most tourist like spots, the most interesting thing in my life that had happened within the past couple of weeks was being humped by a drag queen. Not that the drag queen part is the bothersome part, but the jumping and thrusting against my thigh and the constant urging of, “do you like that? Do you like that?”

I suppose that is what I get for going out past midnight in the Chicago area.

It wasn’t as dangerous as people would assume, it was calm with the occasional drunk fellow human being waving their arms, cursing loudly or as one flashed me a peace sign, which is friendly enough. My roommate Sarah and I decided to go to Clarks.

It’s the only twenty four hour diner around here, which I don’t blame most restaurants for not staying open till ridiculous hours. Clarks was a perfect place for drunk hungry people, which I was not and merely wanted a hamburger in a nice, fun environment. It was loud, crowded and smelled a bit of tobacco but overall, it was fun and that’s the point. The food was a little expensive, a sandwich with some fries on the side could run up toward fourteen dollars and the desserts, well, let’s say I wasn’t going to put my poor credit card through the process of buying a five dollar ice cream drink. So, instead, I would just steal bites from my roommates root beer ice cream float (which happened to be a delicious five dollars spent). After leaving, we headed back to the Belmont train stop where we waited in the cold for twenty-five minutes, as on March 31 they turn off the heat lamps at each station.

Apparently.

Once back on the train with overly full tummy’s, we sat behind these rather overly affectionate girls and watched the girl in front of my lovely (sarcasm), velvet padded plastic seat proceed to throw up onto the ground, which soon tried to make its way toward my foot area. I, however, was lucky enough to be one train stop away from my school and moved toward the doors, with Sarah in toe, and managed to not seem too entirely rude. I’m not sure why my manners kick in when it evolves not obviously moving away from someones dinner that resides on the floor, but I felt the need, I suppose it’s how I would want someone to handle it.

That’s how we’re suppose to act, right?

I arrived back at my dorm safe and feel like I’ve cured any cravings for a 3:00 AM adventure.

- Cassie M