Burned Is the New Tanned

Today started out busy. I had to go to the Farmer's Market out in Sedgwick to do "Outreach" with Molly. I volunteered for this event without knowing what it was, because I just wanted to visit a farmer's market for the food. And then they told me what Outreach was. Handing out flyers to unsuspecting pedestrians who just want to have a nice day at the market. Awwwwwwww man. It doesn't help that both Molly and I are super soft-spoken. And I just hate irritating people. So that was a socially awkward 2 hours. We did meet one young guy who was REALLY freaking interested in indoor gardening. I think he may have been a pedophile. But he took a few flyers off our hands, so whatever.

There's a weird promotion going on at all the El stops. The Missing Chicagoan or something. There are big signs at every El stop with "clues" about where the "Missing Chicagoan" is. The signs are all really creepy though. One says "One day he's on the train...the next, POOF". Another sign says "He's being taken care of." Another says "He can't talk right now...but he can Tweet." There's also a sign that says something like "He's being held at the bottom of a 163 foot steel monument." Somehow I keep getting the mental image of a guy who was dragged off the El, bound & gagged, and tied to a monument to promote tourism in the city.

No sooner had I stepped off the Brown Line at my stop than I saw my roommates, Angela and Haley, coming up the stairs. "We're going to go find a f***ing grocery store, wanna come?!??" (we've been complaining all week about the lack of grocery stores in the Loop)

I should write something about my roommates: They're awesome. Both are from the same town in Wisconsin. We have exactly the same sense of humor except for the fact that they are less politically correct than I am. Then again, this is the Midwest and most white people don't seem to feel the same awkwardness about discussing race that we do in California. It can get kinda awkward sometimes.

But HEY. They don't leave soggy underwear in the shower, they don't scream and swear at their mothers over the phone, they don't cook raw shrimp in the microwave and they clean up after themselves. So I can totally tolerate a little bit o' racism!

After stocking up on food, we visited the 2nd largest Macy's in the world. 8 stories. They even had a vending machine with Ipods, IHomes, DSLR cameras, GPS systems, etc. And another vending machine had Proactiv products. Haha.

Now we're going to vegetate and watch some movies. The Time Traveler's Wife or something. I dunno. I usually can't stand chick flicks but knowing our sense of humor, we'll definitely make something of it. >:)

*update*
That movie was friggin' retarded.