Chicago

Well after a miserable week and a shitty day a work on Saturday morning I took off with my friends Jon and Brandon to Chicago. I wasn't going to go, but I wanted to have some fun. Since I couldn't pay my bills this month anyway I just decided to spend my paycheck the way I wanted (after I set aside money for rent, no need to be homeless). So it was off to the big city, well the biggest city I have ever been to. I grew up on a farm a million miles from anywhere, so a city of that size is beyond huge.

We did a few touristy things while we where there, like going up to the Sears tower. The views are awesome. I also got stuck going to the Lego store for about an hour, thanks Jon. The last thing we did was go to a Medieval Times dinner theater. It had acting on par with any professional wrestler. They also had a crappy vegetarian selection while my friends told me that their half a chicken and ribs was good. While a lot of this was fun, my friends and I make fun of each other a lot. Normally this is okay with and I happily join in, but after already feeling like shit, I wasn't in the mood. Hearing your best friends tell you how the only way to get someone to date is you is to blatantly lie about yourself really hurt. I seriously wanted to cry. I feel like I have nothing going for me right now and to hear anyone making fun of that really hurt.

In the end there was always the added good that I wasn't at work at all for an entire 2 and a half days. That alone is awesome.