Free Art Museum day!

So, yesterday, I decided to go downtown and visit my long lost Marine best friend. We were both voted most artistic in high school, so we decided to hit up the art museum.

Before this could happen though, I had to take the Metra down. So, I arrive at the Metra station with about 5 minutes to spare. I run over to the station and hang out, checking the front of the building to see if I had to pay for parking. As this is going on, a cop yells to me "EXCUSE ME, are you even going to ATTEMPT to pay the meter, MA'AM?" I spin around and say "Well, yes, but where!?" And he got totally surly as he took me to the machine. So, I whip out my whopping $1.50 and he can't get the machine to work. He keeps trying to get it to go, and as he does, my train pulls up. I, aggravated, say under my breath 'Great, now I'm missing my train.' He quickly steps back and says :

"Well, Miss, it's a $25 ticket otherwise."
"Okay, I don't want a ticket, so I'll hurry." (machine doesn't work)
"Just GO."
"No, You're going to give me a ticket!"
"No, just GO."
So I run to the train....and the doors shut. Really? REALLY?! I punch the door and start to walk away when the conductor opens the door and says "Hurry Miss!" Thanks, guy. So I get on the train knowing full well this cock-sucker cop is going to do something. Sure enough, he ended up giving me a $50.00 ticket for not having a city sticker. You piece of shit cop. You have an income, and that's more than HALF my unemployment for the week. God Damnit! You can bet that 50 bucks the memo line on my check will say "FUCK YOU OFFICER DICKFACE!"

Anyhow, the art museum kicked ass. I schooled Mr. Marine in the modern art wing- which I was fully impressed with myself for having retained that ridiculous amount of information! Go me, I learned in college! Who'd have thought?! After that, we picked up some beer, cooked a pizza and watched some movies. Pretty legit. It was great knowing that after about 4 years, nothing had changed at all.Well, maybe we're less immature and we didn't argue but those are good changes! It was good times considering the fact that nothing is panning out.

No word from ANY jobs. No unemployment check. No lotto winning. No Sugar daddies. Come on! Something! So, I'm instead gonna pack my bags and hit up the lake house this weekend for my first legal drinking age bachelorette party. Speaking of, I must get off my ass and pack things and get gone. Ahh, another day in the life of a Quarter Life Crises.

Tuesday is Therapy Day.

Hey. Hello. It's Meghann.

So, seeing as my quarter life crisis has started half a year early, I figured keeping a log of it wouldn't be a half bad idea. For those of you blatantly unaware: I was dumped by the love of my life (currently known as jock-strap) via text message incredibly abruptly. Just as that scab was healing over, I lost my job. Not only did I lose my job, but on my way out I was treated to fun filled 'you're fucking incompetent' speech. Fantastic. So, here I am- a single momma to Miss Grace (the cutest mutt to ever exist) and painfully unemployed.

Alright, now that the explanation bullshit is out of the way, let's get to it. Today was therapy day. My therapist basically told me that my current state of 'holy-fuck-my-life' is my own doing and that I need to get my shit together. Alright, fair enough. It's true, my room looks worse than it did when I was six years old, I haven't written a single cover letter and I've been sitting at home all day, everyday. Fucking shit, I hate when I'm wrong.

I cleaned up some of my clothes tornado. I wanted to sell some of my clothes to Plato's Closet but I don't have a lot of baby slut wear. So, it's not working out too well on that front.

As for tonight, I'm going to my last photo-shop class. Joy. I really don't have to energy to listen to this old cracker go on and on about her kids and scrap booking. I will require some mad coffee and comfy pants to make it through this one.

So, no. I haven't quite kicked ass and definitely haven't taken names. I'm still procrastinating on cleaning. I did write a cover letter and apply for a kick ass job as a receptionist at a rad architecture firm. Hopefully I'll at least hear a 'No' instead of the nothing at all. Or, maybe a Fuck Yeah. I'd prefer that. As for a first blog, this one kind of blows ass- but it will improve as time wears on.