cheese and cows

To be honest, I never realized that California produced cheese. I was quite surprised that happy cows come from California. But obviously, they do. My friends and I got into a debate about Wisconsin versus California cheese. Frankly, I don't care where the cheese comes from. Just like I don't care where the oranges in my orange juice come from. But considering California is not Wisconsin and is not in the Midwest, I figure California cows are happier. It's warm there, after all. There's no snow to speak of and the sun shines a lot more. And its scientifically proven that sun makes you happy, so why wouldn't cows from Cali be happier? That doesn't mean they produce better cheese. But they might. I don't really notice the differences in cheese. Wherever they get the cows that make the Kraft Singles, those are my cows.

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Is it customary for a college almost graduate to feel as if she is just going through the motions of school? In a daze. And she never realizes how she gets the work done, she just does? And is it normal to not want to write any papers even though writing is what you do best? Or at least, what you like to do.

when i listen to music

In the mornings, I've discovered I prefer to listen to rap music, or in other words, horrible mainstream popular rap music. I don't know if it's just because they are usually "upbeat" or because I don't have to think about what they are saying. It's important to get pumped up when you're tired in the morning and drinking your coffee. Even if the rap music is essentially not the best intellectual music, it gets me going in the morning.

By time I walk out the door and onto the city streets, I'm usually listening to indie music that makes me think about feelings and the world around me. I feel all movie scene-like when I listen to indie music and wait for the "don't walk" sign to turn to the "walk" sign.

When I'm in a hurry and walking to class, I usually try to listen to music that makes me feel hardcore, like Joan Jett. She's pretty hardcore. Or Muse, also pretty hardcore. It makes me walk faster when I listen to rock music. And I always feel like I'm taking the world head on.

Skokie

I went on a Skokie adventure today and here is what I learned:

• Some CTA bus drivers need personality adjustments. Just because I'm riding public transportation doesn't mean I know where bus 97 actually goes.
• Russian people typically live with their parents until they get married.
• Jewish people are buried in "Kosher coffins," meaning they are coffins made out of wood.
• Jewish people are not typically embalmed because it is against their religion.
• McDonald's has pretty decent tasting Iced Mochas.
• Subways should have restrooms on the actual train.

I do this to avoid physical geography. . .

spitters

I was walking down Congress Parkway tonight. There was a guy in front of me that we'll say was meaty, and he walked like he had a hitch in his giddy up. I'm not sure if he was trying to look like a badass or if he was trying to keep his pants up. Whatever it was, he looked like he was escaping a hot stove. Every few feet or so this boy would spit. I'm not talking just like a little Leo DiCaprio spit on Titanic. I'm talking the type of spit where I could hear it splattering onto the ground, despite the city moving about me. And it was like a puddle when I passed it.

Do boys produce more spit that girls and therefore, find that they need to dispose of it on the city sidewalks? Why can't they just swallow it like the normal people? I understand why smokers do it, but why do the non smoker boys do it? Especially when it could possibly fly back and hit me in the face?

People need to think before spitting.

agua

Note to self: drink 4 bottles of water in 5 hours, be prepared to pee a lot.

being digital

I'm currently reading this book called "Being Digital" because I have to. Not because I want to. (Oddly enough, the South Bend Tribune is quoted as a paper that reviewed it when it came out, which I think was like '92. WEEEIRD) Technology is way over my head and I don't really like it. I don't like thinking about bits and electrons and whatever else technology runs on. My mind doesn't comprehend any of it anyways.

I finally have cable again. Which means I finally am watching Ellen. Good days.