Saturday was a blow off day. I didn't do anything but watch movies and play PS2. I needed a day like that after letting my mind work too much the past couple days. It's fucked up the directions it will go when you have nothing to really focus on.

Sunday came and I made it a point to get out. I wanted to see Borat but I don't know the theaters around here yet and the one I thought was showing it wasn't. Instead I went to Wicker Park. Again.
I'm soothing my boredom with consumption. Just in time for Xmas. I went and got two dvds- Cannibal Holocaust (my favorite horror movie lost in the fire) and X Men 3, which topped my list of movies I have to get. I ended up getting more PS2 games than I thought, including the original Guitar Hero since I already beat Guitar Hero II. It was worth it for being able to play Iron Man. I got Bully too, which I've been looking forward to playing for about a year.
Now I can just hibernate during the Thanksgiving weekend into the winter.

C called my yesterday afternoon. You know how you think about some wrong someone did to you, whether it was intentional or perceived only by you and the more you think about it the more you blow it up in your mind until you're just fuming, "I'll never speak to her again! If she calls me again I'm just going to lay into her and tell her what I think, etc etc..." I didn't do that because I knew I'd regret it later. She had some time out of work and wanted to get some lunch. I said sure and we went to a small bar off Roscoe.
We had a great time and I feel much better. I mentioned how I feel very briefly. "You know, I wasn't going to call again. I thought you didn't want to see me and I just thought 'that's it for her'". She just said she was always tired and upset after working a long shift.
Anyway. Good day and it was good to have her back again.

While waiting at the Damen stop for the train- only one track was being used at a time so they could do repairs- a woman got off at the other side of the tracks. She was very made up and very fashionable, like she had come out of an ad. A woman was beside her shorter, average looking. With nothing else to do I stood and watched. The woman wasn't as tall as she appeared but had on his stilettos and had very thin legs. She wasn't exceptionally beautiful but better than most. Her makeup made her look very elegant.
As people were leaving the stranded train she posed while her companion knelt and began clicking away. I had see impromptu model shoots on city streets before but, with nothing else to do I stood and watched.
To my left a couple came out and waited for the train. They were short, stubby and oafish looking. They both smoked heavily and their hair was gnarled and ratty. They bickered between each other. I watched them out of the corner of my eye, enjoying the contrast between the couple and the attractive model across the tracks.
There was a small crowd waiting with me and I looked around to see who everyone was watching. Would beauty or ugliness attract their attention? A few people watched the model but most seemed disinterested in any of them.
Just something interested. I thought.

Tenacious D on Thursday night.