Nicole.

My phone clearly states No Service, while my wireless internet still isn’t up. I’m typing this in Word, waiting for the password to our the security enabled network. My only comfort is the music blasting from my silver iHome and the strawberry pop-tart gifted to me by Amanda.

I arrived here in Chicago at the gloomy hour of 10:15 in the AM. It took only about an hour and a half to move everything in and get all of my belongings set up. Ray took the family to lunch at a local pub and everything seemed fine and good. Oh how wrong was I?

I am going to keep an open mind about this place, however, I have ZERO bars (as in cell phone bars), no internet (until this is posted), my roommates are at work until like 5pm (it’s 1:00pm as I type this), and I miss my mom a lot. It’s funny, I was so angry with her yesterday, and today even though I joked with Lion about her non-cool nice girls sorority, and her dance moves I really miss her a lot. I have some serious growing up to do.

I miss my friends. And I’m sure I’ll see them soon, to relish in our conquests of college, I’m a little lonely at the moment. I’m looking forward to seeing the girls back home and laughing like I did last night.

Speaking of last night, several things came to my attention: scary movies are horrifying but addicting. One second you promise to turn off the movie at the scary part, but can’t seem to bring yourself to push the power button.

*** 1:20 AM ***

So after my roommate came home from her job, I finally was able to chill with the place. We chilled for a little while and then went to Target and Home Depot.

In Wisconsin, Targets across the greater Cheese-State area have a small section, possibly one or two shelves devoted to the classy folks that like to party. However, at the target in Wicker Park, they have six aisles of booze for the alcoholics of the greater Wicker Park area. In fact, there was 312 (strictly a Chicago beer) being sold on an endcap near the front registers. HAHAHA. (I thought you’d enjoy that Amanda.) After a regular ole mindf*ck at Target, we drove to Home Depot.

I waited in line for a half hour (keep in mind it’s 10pm by now…) to get my keys made. Yes, I have five keys:

To open the front gate.
To open the door to the building
To open the mail box
To open the door to my apartment
To open the door to the back gate
Pretty obnoxious, huh? Talk about storming the castle! I’m surprised there isn’t a f*cking moat around this damned building. So, if you ever were worried about me getting raped and pillaged by the Latin Kings or Somalian Pirates, or hell, even the Bloods and Cripts no need to worry, I’m safe inside this impenetrable building, King Henry VIII’s honor.

So I sit here, sipping my mixed drink, watching Romy and Michelle’s High School Reunion. Promise me girls that we’ll be like this when we go back to our Living Weird Lutheran HS that we show up in platform heels, expensive extensions and a hot piece of ass on our arm….or two of them.

Anyway ladies. I miss you all very much. I cannot wait to hear of your adventures. Your stories will be the things that keep me going when things feel like they’re falling apart. That and some Elmer’s School Glue.

Peace, Love and Reunions.
-Miss Nicole.