I am sitting in a hipster cafe in Bucktown/Logan Square. Some of my summer goals include losing weight (to 120 lbs), running often, riding my bike often, and saving money. I also would like to cook more and write pieces of writing to publish. I will also study biology and spanish language.
Last night, I went out and saw Jamie Kortenhaven, her boyfriend, Robin, and the girl that Robin is seeing, Gabi. I met them at Beauty Bar, a gay bar with too loud and bad of music and too many pastels in the visual screen. It was right off of the Chicago blue line stop, in Noble Square. I don’t think that going out and buying alcohol and bad music and many other peoples’ bodies is a good time.
Sofia and I walked from Camilla’s apartment back to my apartment in Logan Square yesterday. I was outside in the heat for a long time. We saw lilacs, magnolia trees, and tulips in the green mid-May Chicago streets. Easter time is over, genuine summer is beginning. It makes me very happy. I am using up food and drug and water materials, and energy in the form of my use of public transportation and electricity. I don’t know what skills or thoughts that I can offer to the world to exist with. I need to get very good at something, and earn money by doing it, somehow.
Tulips originated near India. Apparently, they were first domesticated and beloved by the Persian Empire. To give a red tulip was to declare your love, and to give a yellow tulip was to declare your love utterly.
The delicate feathery red and yellow colors of Tulip Breaking Virus.
The light purple lilacs that dot northern Chicago and Wicker Park.
The small magnolia trees.
The sunlight and warmth.
