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i'm tired

but not like '2009 facebook status high schooler trying to get a response' tired if that communicates anything.

It's just 11 after midnight and will be soon off to slumber.

But. Existentially, I am a lil sleepy.

I came back from Chicago on Sunday and slept for 5 hours and then later went to sleep for the night for about 8 or 9 or 10 or less hours, who knows.

I wrote in a mini journal that I got from the Walgreens by my friend's house in Chicago, with a little boba tea character printed on the front cover. There's probably still some in stock, if anyone else wants 1. But yeah, I wrote exactly one entry while I was up there, as a bridge between notebooks/journals. Uh. Anyway, that's where I'd finally rationalized my situation.

I got there Tuesday, wandered around with my backpack. I explored, optimistic. Visited the Harold Washington Library. I went to my friend's house for the night. Watched that Norwegian black metal documentary. I went to sleep and woke up four hours later because I was self conscious about snoring and so I was just.. awake.

I'd actually had 3 job interviews lined up on Wednesday, somehow. I can't tell how candid I ought to be about this stuff just yet or why this story is relevant, but whatever. I was wandering around for a while, increasingly sleep deprived and having an inner debate about whether this is something I really wanna do. I needed to think about it and in doing so I basically just skipped out on all three interviews.

*I just wrote and deleted a paragraph because I was kinda rambling*

I rented a room at a hostel or something. Realized that if I stay in Chicago, it's gonna be a series of me sleeping at friends and family's houses (which was kind of the plan, anyway) and idk I'm kinda getting older and I don't want to exert all my energy on this kind of risky life choice. Like yeah it's cool to kinda switch things up and take a chance, but I've done that stuff before and I get the point. The feeling of being sleepy, wandering around with a heavy backpack kinda got to me. Plus for some reason, I lied to my friends about the hostel thing, telling them that I'd just been staying at other friends' houses. There's a million little pathological reasons I probably did that, and I don't often find myself "lying" about stuff but I think I kinda didn't want to explain anything. Like. Obviously if you're visiting a city, it's totally fine and normal to rent a room or something, so there was simply no reason to lie and I feel weird about it but what am I gonna do? Tell them "oh yeah, I was being dishonest about my lodging situation last week homie"? It's confusing and my best bet is directing them to this blog post.

I'm not proofreading this as I type, I don't know if I have the attention span and Family Guy is playing in the background. Also the previous paragraph is basically a reworking of the one I deleted.

But I don't know. I'm back. I was hoping the trip wasn't for nothing and it definitely wasn't. I just kinda wish I didn't waste much time and money just to realize I should just... stay home. but IT's OK!! I had a good time. Saw friends. Hung out with my Uncle Victor. Went to Zine Mercado. Went to the Sooper Records 10 year anniversary show after my friends roasted "A Large Amount of Corn" in the park. Watched sex, lies, and videotape for the first time. I mean. Once I got some sleep and realized that this was just a visit and not a longterm stay, I was able to enjoy myself. Still stressing out, but idc. It confirmed that I still want to be there eventually, just not now. I realized I have a whole home to return to. You know? I did more socially and fulfilling things in Chicago in one day than I would do in Atlanta in a year, but that'll still be there for a moment. Maybe. I'd just rather, like, have everything together. A home, a "job" (preferably a career), and to be able to move all my stuff in like one go. Idk. I want to kinda "demand" that for myself in that way. Whatever. I hope this makes sense. Plus, I get to spend more time with my niece which is actually one of my favorite things about right now.

I probably seem wacky. That's fine. But like. What else is going on, you know? I'm not a "the world is on fire" type of person because what do you mean? I mean except for the literal fires. Oh right, I'm tired. I'm existentially sleepy so I'm not picking up on metaphors at the moment. I could have gone to sleep at any time but yet I'm recapping my visit in fragmented insecurities and hesitant optimism.

Um. Well, if this some kinda "new chapter" or some kind of checkpoint in monotony, I hope that something really cool happens in this little epoch or whatever. Resisting the urge to also hope nothing bad happens to spite my wishful thinking, but that's just. obsessive compulsion of some kind. Hoping exclusively for good. Now I'm just typing stuff. Circling a general idea. Yawning. 1:35AM. Focus on "getting outta here," whatever that means. I'm going to go drink a cup of soft drink and then brush my teeth before bed so that I don't go to bed with soft drink on my teeth, thusly defeating the purpose of drinking soft drink and any lasting memory of the soft drink flavor...

europe '26

I just wanted to share my recently developed photos from Europe, May 2026. Here is just a portion, not to fully get into a whole post about how the trip went. Uh. Mainly just so I don't forget. Ok. So here:

I think this was in Trier

I very hastily took this photo of the Eiffel Tower while walking, which just so happened to be the exact moment a group had unveiled the Palestine flag for what was probably no longer than one minute.

This is the coolest monument i've seen tbh, it makes me understand why gold is kinda cool

pictoplasma in berlin

from a park in Paris, where mom and I drank beers while waiting for our bus

this is one of those things I repeatedly try to get the perfect picture of, but it's never just right

I passed through some kinda festivities in Malmo, Sweden

also Sweden

Voelklingen

Luxembourg

another building I like near my mom's place in Germany

 

I Forgot

I mean.

I didn't forget I could write or blog for that matter, that would be crazy.

I did just remember it last minute, though. I'm leaving for Chicago for an unspecified amount of time, tomorrow morning. I'm trying to move there, but that remains to be seen. I've been in a state of limbo, or just Georgia.

To summarize the timeline: Last year I agreed to stay in Georgia for the year so that my sister and I could help each other out by having an apartment together and thusly making preparations for a year later (right now), where I was planning to go to Chicago and she was going to try to get her own place for her and the baby or something. It's been cool. Been helping with my niece and it's been fun. In May, I went to Germany, etc, for about a month. Then when I got back, I basically didn't have a job for some reason but that's another story. So I'd been in this weird state of trying to stretch it out to assure a safe landing in Chicago but also trying not to be irresponsible with my unemployment. There were some highlights, of course. I was able to organize all of my storage and thusly sell a bunch of stuff on eBay, which was a new thing for me. It was off to a good start when I sold a VHS copy of They Live for like $80. That's most of my storage, it seems. Physical media that I'm not actively watching but I like having. If it comes down to it, I can get rid of it all, but if I can keep them, then I suppose I will keep them. Um. So yeah. I've been kind of floating but not entirely comfortably because it's still stressful to, you know, job search and plan a way out of here. I guess 2-3 months wasn't exactly enough time to transition into the next phase of things, but it wasn't a waste of time. I might just regret not getting started before I went to Germany, but oh well. Feels a weird type of dishonest to seek local and Chicago work at the same time. Honestly, I'd been flip-flopping on whether to just stay. But, as it stands, I'm going to give Chicago a shot.

I wrote a bit in my journal about a last minute daydream-- what if I actually just stay but keep the apartment to myself? It's not unreasonable but it would be kind of exhausting to just change my mind again. Could be cool. A two-bedroom apartment to myself. Plenty of studio space. But no. No. Nope. It's weirdly tempting but I have to remember I don't like it here. That would just make things worth it if I were to stay here for some reason. But I don't like it here. I mean. What's happening here? Yes, friends I see once a month if I'm lucky. Occasional interesting... things? (No examples). The nature is nice but that's anywhere. The original thing that was making me indecisive was helping my sister and spending time with my niece. I am dreading the fact that I'm not gonna be able to spend the same amount of time with her, but it'll be ok.

Anyway. It took a while to even get to this "Setup" I have in which I'm able to sit at my desk and write/blog/etc, but of course I hadn't been doing it since Winter, basically. At the start of this entry, I was thinking about "Damn, now that I remembered that I can sit and type on my computer, I'm not gonna do it anymore," or something. But. No, I don't need to add that pressure. Of course I'm reminded that it's enjoyable, and that's that. Maybe I'll do it again.

Oh, but the reason I am writing this now is to kind of have something written out before my next post, in which I intend to post some of my photos from my trip to Europe. I was trying to think of a way to share them without resizing etc. Ok. So I'll get to that.

Thanks.

what was I talking 4bout

I've installed this blogging app on my lesser utilized tablet device. I am typing this out like an elder person who has never used a computer,  you know what I mean? I am at Midway airport in Chicago. Charging various devices. I accidentally ordered too big of an iced coffee. Each of my clocks are telling different times. I want to go to the camera store.  I am tempted to get a hotel as an impulse purchase. Not prepared to step into the cold but it's probably not so bad. I  hope that,  if you are reading this,  you are reading it at the  one-letter-at-a-time pace at which I  am typing. It's actually vaguely physically uncomfortable and I'm not used to this keyboard; pressing the space bar instead of the letter "n". 

yawning

Hey, it's last minute. Just wanted to check in before I go to sleep. Took a fragment of a fragment of a 5mg melatonin. Trying to wake up at 7am, for my flight.

I want to write about:

Travel

Why and how I absorbed/interacted with music in the past year, despite the fact that many of the "Year in Review" conversations have come and gone. I think last year's arc tells a story, though.

Same thing as the music thing, but with movies. In the way that I would do it. Oh because I have a whole thought to get out about how your opinion of a movie kinda begins the moment you first hear about it, up until a week later. A hypothetical "you," referring to myself, I guess.

"Process". I wanna write about how and why I've made things.

So, basically, I'm writing about what I want to write, just to see if it makes me follow through. I get too caught up in trying to have control over my narrative. It just sucks when other people get information wrong, and when I invariably lose my memory. Whatever. Relinquish control. For real. But also it couldn't hurt to make an attempt. Sometimes just the "idea" is enough. Skimming. Did I say the same stuff in the last post? I really ought to just go to bed.

Also, I'm not a "Music opinion" and/or "movie review" type of guy, but I think that interacting with these things are kind of benchmarks or whatever in time, and connection to others, by proximity or something. Damn it, I probably sound goofy. It's impossible to get to the bottom of a thought. I also thought about how I don't really complete a thought because everything I write is just about "whatever" and not about a subject. Even then, if I'm writing about a "subject," you don't just go off top, er, with the first draft. I just stay "freewriting" and never return.

Rambling because I'm definitely ready for sleep. I'm definitely anxious about my trip. Just. Doing extra shit instead of admitting to myself "Go to sleep". It's awesome.

Ok, goodnight.

nebulous

 Nothing much. I remembered that I forgot to share some pictures here. Here's one:

It's one of the "doodles" I draw on my desktop calendar when there’s just space. I think I wanted to do one of those aviation goggle hats, but kinda didn't decide on a singular perspective, so it's mangled and that's fine because it's exclusively a doodle. Then I drew a face; someone wearing it, and I think it kinda looks like my niece. It would be funny to put her in one of those costumes.

There's plenty more doodles on my desktop calendar, but what do you do with those? I'd been meaning to scan them or take pictures, but that's so little of a priority. I think it's really interesting. Earnest doodles where I'm sitting at my desk, avoiding doing something and in that idle time I just draw. A pureness that I keep forgetting about, when I keep pressuring myself to create stuff because it constantly feels like time is catching up. Now I'm on the fence-- do I talk more about that feeling of panic rather than just enjoying drawing? Was I gonna talk about something else? Wasn't I about to do something else before I started this entry? I should, you know, do some laundry or something. At least it's something, but so is this, except this has no time restriction. I could write about anything. Random ass time of day: 2:26 PM. Like, ok? Watch me start laundry, forget to put it in the dryer, go outside, hop on the bus, come up with things that I shoulda did before I left the house, get downtown and stand there in a stupor-- having forgotten why I'm even in the city, then remember: I left my "chest bag" at work and I also might have some money to pick up. My wallet and keys are in that bag. A $10 bill and the necklace with ashes in it. Ok, too real. I just don't know who to contact, and I want to pop two birds with one stone if I'm going downtown, at least. That's how I phrased it in my handwritten journal. "Popping two birds" because I don't want to destroy hypothetical birds, for some reason. Well. There's no guarantee that they won't pass on, after having popped them. Anyway, if you're reading this, you're witnessing my (actual) thoughts. Although, am I filtering it all?

That's the thing with having the most recent post be the first thing people see when they open this page. There's not the drawn out explanation I've had about "writing how I talk" etc. Well. Good readers are good readers. I'm not a good reader, technically, but I can figure things out. I "get the idea". Having this kind of attention span actually just comes out as a sort of "divination". You don't necessarily read what's written, you read what you're meant to read. A combination of skimming, "vibes," context, and a constant and open conversation with the personified universe itself. "Personified," being a strong word.

So yeah. If I was going to talk about drawing, like I mentioned above, I've definitely botched that.

There was definitely a bunch of stuff I was supposed to do today. I woke up early. Almost made a list. But it's suddenly almost 3. I don't have to explain it. I'm gonna put on a sweater, and a coat (then possibly regret it, depending on the weather and how fast I walk). Wait, no that's not what's next. I should stop here, and just continue my day!

privy

I'm going to Chicago next week. I'm thinking about how this visit, it's a different place. It'll be the second visit in which I won't have my dad's apartment to stay at while I'm in town. I'm thinking that I forgot what cold is... did I already mention that here? Just ordered socks and gloves. That's really it. I can physically handle the cold, but I'm starting to fixate on it. Like. Why am I making myself go up there? Because flights were cheaper? Because I wanted to set a precedent for travel in the new year? Seems, existentially, beyond my control.