tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-291794662024-03-13T16:04:19.938-07:00Perils of assimilationIf only life came with subtitles.Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13646559548654732787noreply@blogger.comBlogger340125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29179466.post-49376209359628998572009-12-31T15:36:00.001-08:002009-12-31T15:48:47.169-08:00New Years?Well, Bah Humbug, Boys and Girls. Another fucking year down the tube, and we're all supposed to go out and celebrate it, eh? I'll be at home, drinking myself stupid and making a quiche, which will be more like a frittata because I'm scared of making pie crust. So I might as well give you the obligatory run through of the year before I pass out spread eagle on my living room floor. <br /><br />Jan: Threw a fabulous New Years' party and kissed a queer ginger named Justin at midnight, woke up the next morning with a horrific hangover.<br /><br />Feb: Moved out of that hellish apartment, moved in with an Argentine. Spent my brithday depressed, went out with a random couchsurfer, a co-worker whom I hardly knew, and Adam. Ended up paying for Adam's drinks the whole night.<br /><br />March: Finally said "I love you" to Brian. Totally worth it.<br /><br />April: It was cold. I drank a lot.<br /><br />May: Spent two glorious weeks in DC, and have now seen every museum there. Unfortunately, that's pretty much all there is.<br /><br />June: Sat on Jamie's porch and drank.<br /><br />July: Sat on Jamie's porch and drank.<br /><br />August: Sat on Jamie's porch and drank. Discovered I actually like mushrooms, despite the minor allergic reaction they give me. Food Phobia, conquered!<br /><br />Sept,Oct,Nov: went to class almost regularly for a change. Had Swine flu. <br /><br />Dec: Stressed myself out too much.<br /><br />There ya go! Swell year, eh? Now leave me alone. I plan on being unconscious by ten.Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13646559548654732787noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29179466.post-80770768363515643392009-11-23T19:24:00.000-08:002009-11-23T19:39:30.264-08:00Just a few more daysLast year for Thanksgiving, I sat at home at the old hellhole of an apartment by myself, picking at some left over tofurkey a friend had given me. I had no way to get home, and no money at all. I had just gone to Seattle on a whim to see a guy I met on a train back in October (We're still together, got to see him this weekend!). It was cold and dark, and tofurkey tasted like ass but I ate it for a week because I had nothing else. It was a real low point. <br /><br />This year I am also not going to see my family(Though I suspect they will try to kidnap me on Tuesday). My Dad has bailed on Thanksgiving for the past five years or so, and this time he'll be there. So I must keep up the disappearing family member tradition this year. I am cooking along with Lila and Caroline for Caroline's family. It's an exciting time. I get to do something I love and have Caroline's family foot the bill. We have an organic turkey purchased, at least. Everything else is still up in the air. I'm pulling for some kind of braised winter green or an orange-fennel salad. Oo, or brussels sprouts and bacon. Caroline's mom is a diabetic, so we have to keep the sugar content to a minimum, so a savory sweet potato dish has been settled on instead of the sickly sweet mash that everyone loves so much. The food blogs are going mad with all this Thanksgiving prep and I fucking love it. So many ideas bouncing around!Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13646559548654732787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29179466.post-50434961920799776242009-11-16T19:11:00.000-08:002009-11-16T19:43:26.749-08:00I've been swallowed by the school monster!Since school has started I haven't had very much time for anything else. I always have something to do, and some pretty interesting ways to procrastinate on it. But, like every school year that I can remember, this procrastination has done me in again. I have a large assignment in every one of my classes all due this week, Thursday in fact, the day that I am flying out to DC. It's not that I'm bad at this stuff, I'm actually kind of good at it. I have a terrible time getting started because I feel that I am not very creative and I am afraid of failure. Everytime I don't turn in an assignment it's because I feel like what I have is too mediocre to turn in (or I forgot about it). I do my best work when I'm in a state of emotional turmoil, when it's life I need to avoid for a while. My life has been too stable for that.Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13646559548654732787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29179466.post-71563877194659865612009-10-05T10:30:00.000-07:002009-10-05T10:43:37.994-07:00Bake!Today is my neighbor Jamie's 61st birthday, and in his honor I am baking him a cake. It's Lemon-rose with a orange and Razz rum glaze. I know he doesn't really eat cake or anything but vodka, but this is what people do for birthdays, so he's getting a fucking cake. Jamie is my favorite neighbor, he's the guy who's always there for you with a coffee mug of vodka and sassy advice. He was Miss Gay Wisconsin 1975 and recently recieved an award for founding Milwaukee's Pridefest. He's the youngest 61 year old I know. Love ya, darling. Here's to you.Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13646559548654732787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29179466.post-53455723333683568982009-09-18T11:08:00.000-07:002009-09-18T11:24:24.484-07:00WAA!Time out for self-indulgence. <br /><br />Work today, ew. I look exceptionally cute today, and I have to go put on my nasty black(though there's red bleach spots now)uniform. I sent in my resume to Anodyne yesterday, and I'm waiting to see if I get called up. I have bad luck with getting hired at decent palces. Though, there is a certain comfort in having a job that you don't value. I can take outrageous amounts of time off to go be with my boyfriend in the warm part of the country, for one. Speaking of the boyfriend, I cannot wait to be in DC next weekend! I miss him tons, and you all know I'm not the mushiest person in the world. I'm worried about when we might see each other next, it might be a while since he's going to Utrecht soon. <br /><br />My roommate is acting lke a bitch and I can't wait for her to move out. My new roommie is an incredibly nerdy dude who just got back from Taiwan. School is alright, except I can't remember to do the assignments because they're on D2L. Who thought that was a good idea? I hardly remember when I have something in front of me reminding me. <br /><br />I'm getting sick and I have my period, so I'm whiny and cranky. I'll be over here pouting, guys.Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13646559548654732787noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29179466.post-5758955219698587282009-09-13T09:04:00.000-07:002009-09-13T09:21:05.647-07:00I am going to lose my shnitzel, yo. I will put up with a lot of shit for a job, but we're approaching the deal-breaker threshold. It all started a few weeks ago, with the 5-year anniversary of the store I work at. There was a party outside that the employees weren't allowed to go to, but that I cooked most of the food for. I didn't have to, it was not my job but the buck was passed to me. No one ever said thank you. <br /><br />The next day, expecting a return to normal, I waltzed in with a grin on my face. The store was pandemonium! People everywhere, all demanding my attention. I hauled sound equiptment inside, not realizing the pain I was about to be subjected to. Four solid hours of acoustic guitar! It just kept getting worse the next day: an electric guitarist with Muzak beats behind him.<br /><br />Now it's keyboards. For HOURS. I have to hide in the back, ears covered and tears in my eyes. I cannot describe the intense emotional pain this man's playing subjects me to. It makes me want to hurt myself. I must quit this job, for once and for all.Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13646559548654732787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29179466.post-29179269890219674382009-08-21T00:18:00.001-07:002009-08-21T00:28:18.500-07:00The Neighborhood BitchI knew I wasn't well liked, but I never thought I was the neighborhood bitch. I had to call the cops on my neighbors tonight, some friends actually. I might've started a neighborhood war, but I think I made a good decision. When someone is screaming and another to get the fuck out of their house, and another neighbor is already yelling for them to shut up, it's time to shut it down. I am now the neighborhood bitch. <br /><br />What ever happened to going out to a field to party? Aren't you supposed to hide your vices when you're seventeen.Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13646559548654732787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29179466.post-48876033238353611082009-08-19T00:12:00.000-07:002009-08-19T00:31:39.087-07:00Co-opsWhen I was a kid, the co-op was where my mom would go to buy chicken feed and hay. You could get all sorts of stuff for your farm: silage when you were low, equipment, and gasoline. I remember it was across the street from the ET Lumber and the elementary school I went to. It's not there anymore, but now I go to a different sort of co-op. <br /><br />I started going to the Just Local food Co-op in Eau Claire after running across a carrot mural during one of my nightly walks. Soon, I discovered if I got up early enough I could get a free cup of coffee from them at the farmer's market that took place on campus. It was my favorite place to stop during a bike ride. <br /><br />Recently, I joined the Riverwest co-op here in Milwaukee. I had been there plenty of times before, and was always off-put by the icy hipsters that bumped into me as we tried to squeeze past each other. But the last time I was there, Everyone was so helpful, and I got a nice big bag of not too pretty, but totally edible veggies for free. I joined up that day. <br /><br />I had been meaning to do that for a long time. I work at a corporate grocery store, where employees are treated poorly, no one gets more than minimum wage, and all the supposedly 'fresh' foods are shipped to us in bags from a factory. It's a sad state. I will no longer buy food from the deli section now that I know where it comes from and how it's prepared. Oh yeah, and this is a fancy grocery store. <br /><br />I'm no stranger to the health store thing, we had one in ET called Nokomis. My best friend worked there, and would snag me day old loaves of bread before there were given to the cows to eat. It was the best bread in the world, there were days that I would eat nothing but their Farmer's bread; with cream cheese, with Peanut butter, with nothing at all. <br /><br />Then one day the oven broke, and bread production stopped. No bread, no customers, and Nokomis was bought out by the organic farm next door. I miss that wonderful bread.Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13646559548654732787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29179466.post-66630453354019803382009-08-12T19:39:00.000-07:002009-08-12T19:41:51.396-07:00They can have it!Retreat! The minute insects that have invaded my apartment can have it. I even found tiny bugs living in my lettuce and in my sugar!Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13646559548654732787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29179466.post-30389715730914647662009-08-04T17:22:00.000-07:002009-08-04T17:33:26.713-07:00They Came From OuterspaceRecently, my tiny kitchen has been taken over by fruitflies. Clouds and clouds of them emerge everytime you throw something out, go near the sink, or the kitchen. I'm not sure where they all come from, Caroline's theory is that they live in bananas and emerge when it's gone too rotten. Where ever they come from, I want them gone. <br /><br />I have set up a trap of a little dish of beer that is covered in plastic wrap, with a few little holes poked through so they can get in, but not out. A few fruity bastards have fallen for it, but I can't seem to get too many.Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13646559548654732787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29179466.post-17212054193038563702009-07-12T11:02:00.000-07:002009-07-12T11:06:21.025-07:00GastropodsHow does escargot taste? Garlicky, Buttery, with a dash of white wine. The sauce is the real flavor, the snails don't offer much aside from texture. Conclusion: Stick with Bivalves.Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13646559548654732787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29179466.post-33943736782301506112009-07-03T13:33:00.000-07:002009-07-03T13:44:51.453-07:00Drunk Before 4? Oh Yes I Am!I am bored. To pass the time I cook massive amounts of food, with just me to eat it. Today: Caramelized onion and tomato tart, red leaf salad with cranberries, walnuts and gorganzola, and some lovely grapes. And of course, when I cook, I drink. And when cooking takes a long time, I drink extra. For something to do. I listen to WUWM, the local NPR affiliate. <br /><br />"Withnail and I" has been the best movie I've seen in a while. I can see why it's got a cult following in England. Should be more popular in the states.<br /><br />Lila wants me to go down to Racine today. Last time I went to Racine, I spent WAY too much money. And so, I am reluctant.Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13646559548654732787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29179466.post-51492476512291475202009-06-09T18:16:00.001-07:002009-06-09T18:16:26.340-07:00It Boggles The Mind<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1wwilCs4Jqg&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1wwilCs4Jqg&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13646559548654732787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29179466.post-27453893558582198862009-05-29T17:37:00.000-07:002009-05-29T17:46:58.688-07:00MKEFlew into Milwaukee this morning. I met the girl whose subleasing from Romi, and she's a complete dip. Her room is where stuffed animals go to die. But she does have a toaster, which is a redeeming quality. I predict hilariousness this summer. <br /><br />I'm not used to hearing different voices in the building. I keep thinking that we're being overrun by strangers, but it's just different tenants. <br /><br />There was a bizarre shoe sale on the sidewalk a little ways down my street, outside of the daycare that never has children. Dozens of pairs of new shoes for $2 each. What do you think, should I score myself some stolen sneaks?<br /><br />I still have a job, I'm back on Sunday.<br /><br />I miss Brian already.Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13646559548654732787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29179466.post-50147820074960972622009-05-14T10:31:00.000-07:002009-05-14T10:55:20.242-07:00Almost There...The semester has ended, I have another shift at work, some light packing, and I'm on a plane to DC. This break is greatly anticipated: time to catch up on my reading, see my boyfriend, explore a metropolis, everything I need for a mental health break. One more day.<br /><br />This made me smile:<a href= "http://gospelofreason.wordpress.com/2007/06/13/god-said-pi-3-stand-by-your-beliefs-dammit">Pi</a>.<br /><br />And this made me laugh:<br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jedd2FiZTqM&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jedd2FiZTqM&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13646559548654732787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29179466.post-6282921508907346382009-05-10T20:42:00.000-07:002009-05-10T21:50:22.631-07:00I'm Too Tired To Be RevolutionaryI got talent and tits, but I ain't got time to use 'em.Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13646559548654732787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29179466.post-42839355358892073792009-05-06T20:18:00.001-07:002009-05-06T20:53:23.334-07:00Little for me, little for the pot, a bit more for me...I just ate two Almond Joys and a Mounds bar. I loves me some coconut, especially when I'm drunk and on the rag (That's correct! Dance Party!). <br /><br />I got to do just what I wanted this afternoon, bike ride, cooking with Caroline, and a silly movie. We made the most magic soup ever. Garlic, onion, fennel, white beans, ground turkey which I bought months ago and froze, celery, a tomato, and some stock. As an afterthought, we tossed in 'whole' wheat pasta and Kale. I remembered to salt after adding a new ingredient to the pot, to avoid repeating the egg-drop soup disaster. Next time, I'm going to throw carrots and some green beans in there too. It would be just as good without the meat, the turkey kind of disintegrated and so did the tomato. I used chicken stock, but I don't see why veg stock or water couldn't work just as nicely. <br /><br />It feels so good to finish with my creative writing class. It did nothing to improve my writing. But, I have a fiction-writing class in the fall that I have high hopes for. <br /><br />Bittman has a recipe for Breakfast couscous to fulfill all your couscous dreams. <br /><br />I was told it was going to rain all day so I took the bus. It took 45 minutes to get home from school. And it was sunny all day.<br /><br />Flipped through a book of foreign movie posters, loved it. Gilda was described as La Vedette Atomique. I think I should tart calling myself that.Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13646559548654732787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29179466.post-56978102493161088422009-04-30T23:22:00.000-07:002009-04-30T23:27:41.043-07:00?There are people in this world that don't like <i>Fargo</i>?? I'm not saying it's my favorite movie, but it's got everything a good movie needs: love, hate, accents, Steve Buscemi, hilarity, woodchippers.Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13646559548654732787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29179466.post-76940929784783495522009-04-27T18:46:00.000-07:002009-05-06T20:44:49.190-07:00Body ImageI work with a few girls of the younger set, who are just about to graduate from high school. I like working with Lin and Samantha, they're fun and silly, and very nice. I don't usually think of them as younger than me. They are, in general, very mature people. <br /><br />Sometimes they make comments about themselves that I remember making when I was 17/18; comments about how they hate their bodies, how they need to lose weight, how their life would be so much better if they had nice skin or bigger boobs (actually, that was the opposite in my case. I always wished my tits were significantly smaller). I remember how much I hated my looks, and how much of my identity was tied up in it. <br /><br />I started wondering: when did this change? When did I stop worrying about my body? and Why? <br /><br />Frankly, I was a little disturbed that I couldn't pinpoint that moment. <br /><br />Often, the media gets blamed for young women's poor body image. Next time your at the doctor's office, or at your nieghbor's apartment, flip through that copy of People. They spend a ridiculous amount of ink and paper criticising the bodies of famous women and men. But let's not put the blame squarely on the media, there's more to the equation than just the scapegoat. <br /><br />I remember telling my mom how I hated my looks, and I remember her telling me how people called her "Twiggy" and made fun of her small breasts. It never made me feel any better about myself, how could she understand when I had the exact opposite problem? I took no comfort in my mother's words because I think I wanted to believe I was ugly. <br /><br />I went through a phase in middle school where I wore the ugliest clothes I could find, to make myself the pinnicle of hidiousness. All or nothing, I said. I hated my nose, my weight, my breasts, my skin. <br /><br />We're told: love yourself! We're never told how. People start talking about masturbation and how healthy it is for you. Now, the women I've talked to, they didn't have an orgasm for years. Some weren't even sure that they had a clit. It's unimaginably frustrating to be told how amazing you're <i>supposed</i> to feel, and not feel that. You start to think that you're not normal. And no one comes along to tell you that everything's fine. Then sex gets thrown in the mix. It's so awkward, you're so shy. It's nerve-wracking. <br /><br />Anybody got a story to share?Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13646559548654732787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29179466.post-86360852102708857802009-04-19T21:09:00.000-07:002009-04-19T21:13:25.000-07:00I Can't!No more Dante! Please! I have to go back and revise a paper, and that means looking at Inferno once again. I can't take it anymore, no more guelphs and ghibellines, no more contrapasso, no more Beatrice and Virgil! I'll take the damn C on the paper, just don't make me look at this stuff anymore, PLEASE.Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13646559548654732787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29179466.post-45623403377289738322009-04-19T10:28:00.000-07:002009-04-19T10:52:43.242-07:00Cloudy DaysFeeling a little down, so I'm reading the Fart Party. Julia's boozing ways always make me crack a smile, except when I go back and read the Oliver comics. They make me wish my boyfriend was around to be a nerd with. 5 more days. <br /><br />I'm so glad I live with Romina, she's probably the most adorable roommate ever. She loves to wash dishes! I would never have known Milwaukee has a salsa club if it wasn't for her. I'm terrible at it, but usually the dance partner is ok being patient, and helps me along. I find I enjoy the music too. I'm frustrated sticking to the salsa step; I want to dance how I want to! I'm starting to hear the diffference between Latin American accents. Romina's Argentinian spanish sounds like a lyrical, bouncy italian. There's lots of 'zh' sounds that replace the normal 'y' sound. She says the word extrano often, which apparantly means strange. I hope she isn't talking about me. <br /><br />Oh man, I totally want empanadas now. Can't get those on the eastside, unfortunately. The one cuisine that we don't have on Brady street.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.mamalisa.com/images/blog/timbuktu.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://www.mamalisa.com/images/blog/timbuktu.gif" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />I had some vrai the maroc the other night. Our couchsurfer was from Casablanca, and carried his own tea kettle with him. We took him to Casablanca the restaurant, there was much menu confusion. It is Morrocan owned, but covers the whole of middle eastern cuisine. We discussed camels at great length. They, according to Farid, make great eating.Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13646559548654732787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29179466.post-18632924958834690102009-04-09T13:32:00.000-07:002009-04-09T13:43:56.934-07:00I refer you to...the inimitable Stephen Fry, and his unique perspective on language. His impressive podcast on language can be found <a href="http://www.stephenfry.com/media/audio/109/series-2-episode-3--language/">here</a>. <br /><br />Here is the sketch he references, which <a href="http://bardiac.blogspot.com">Bardiac</a> first introduced to me two years ago.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZFD01r6ersw&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZFD01r6ersw&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13646559548654732787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29179466.post-76834999010366601632009-04-07T21:52:00.000-07:002009-04-07T21:54:08.744-07:00Macromantics LoveIs it awful or is it brilliant? I say brilliant. <br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0zQcN1VpXp8&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0zQcN1VpXp8&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13646559548654732787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29179466.post-64384257138813562962009-04-04T10:27:00.000-07:002009-04-04T10:30:56.254-07:00WashingtonSpent last weekend with my boyfriend. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhpot34c1kltYrig1ZrmaDbBDEJ36aklanj732Fq161LIIPJiCQfHuPQUgL9DdfslpWjmfiKS_j6otUbPtUQG06pbynRW-C3L8lt627-aqXtVGWbcbeAeJ1tTUk4vIRT1dpVpCBQ/s1600-h/DSCF0733.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhpot34c1kltYrig1ZrmaDbBDEJ36aklanj732Fq161LIIPJiCQfHuPQUgL9DdfslpWjmfiKS_j6otUbPtUQG06pbynRW-C3L8lt627-aqXtVGWbcbeAeJ1tTUk4vIRT1dpVpCBQ/s200/DSCF0733.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320889858460794050" /></a><br /><br />The rockstar of boyfriends.Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13646559548654732787noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29179466.post-52309240561552868422009-03-30T22:18:00.000-07:002009-03-30T22:34:36.376-07:00Losing FriendsThe only friend I have made in Milwaukee is currently packing his possessions in an anticipated move to Brussels, and it really sucks. <br /><br />Living in a city so large, finding people to hang out with is vicious difficult. It's impossible to meet someone who's an intellectual match, who you can talk about music and literature with without sounding like pretentious assholes who're just listing names for the sake of listing names, who appeciates good beer, and you feel comfortable hanging out and being lamepants with. I haven't found many friends through the University, or through MKE's massive bar scene. I got lucky finding friends living right across the hall from me in my new building. <br /><br /> I <i>hate</i> to sacrifice good conversation, I like to extract as much pleasure(wow, that sounds dirty) from the people I find interesting, to make the best of them. I feel that I didn't get enough time to chill with Adien and his cousin Dutch. I feel like there are so many facsinating people that I didn't give enough of my time to.Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13646559548654732787noreply@blogger.com0