Cicadas are gross.
I guess you won't be seeing my daily update of cicadadom because there aren't many around. Oh, they are still there, and loudly taking over my eardrums, but I think they've hidden themselves high up in the trees. There are ones on the ground but they are either boring or are flying around and running into my head. And it's hard to take picture of things that are running into your head.

I am gross.
I have quite seriously worn the same pair of pants to work every day for at least the last week because they don't really wrinkle and I have been to busy/lazy to do laundry and/or iron.

Last night.
Nad, Bryan, Bryan's friend Joel, and I headed over to Skylark for some yummy hard cider and "Tater Tots with Three Dipping Sauces." Have you ever seen "The Break Up"? This is the bar that's in that movie. It's a totally awesome little dive in Pilsen with crappy metal chairs, a christmas light-up deer, and an Elvis pinball machine. They have a really random bar menu that includes panko shrimp, spaghetti and meatballs, and roasted butternut squash. But we came for tots.
Bryan said he could get me a fake ID that says I'm Kirsten Dunst.
Bryan likes Nad's tots, but then tried to grab for mine. Shame on him.
The bbq sauce was yucky, but the sour cream and chive was delicious.
There was more, but I'm forgetful.

Congratulations!
Congrats to Jen on her engagement! Now try to guess which Jen I'm talking about. Hint...it's the last of four Jen's I know who have gotten engaged and/or married in the last year.

5,6,7,8
Yeah. So Mat called me the other night. I suppose I should refresh your memory. We dated like eight years ago for a year and then were on again off again (although never really on) for forever. About a year and a half ago I went to spend a week with him in Los Angeles. I then never heard from him again. I then found out that maybe a month after I went to see him he moved to Chicago. I went to see him in a play and then he totally saw me afterwards and didn't even care so we just left without saying anything.
He called me Monday night. He called me four times. Four times within half an hour. He left two messages saying to call him and that he wants to end the silence between us. He also signed online and IMed me. I didn't answer.
My thoughts are that he was either wasted or high and probably doesn't even remember it. There's often a small window of opportunity for talking to the boy, and I'm guessing even if I try to call back, I won't hear anything from him again.
I guess we'll see where this one goes...