Fuck the Air and Water Show and fuck the US military, too!

Goddamn fighter jets keep flying over my house. Tax dollars are being spent to entertain suburbanites and pretty much provide PR for the military and its awesome machinery of death and destruction, and this concept annoys me on its own. The fact that it's physically inconvenient even to live within a few miles of it due to low-flying fighter jocks is just icing.

In other news, I have no idea what the fuck I'm doing.

I got back to Chi yesterday and didn't really feel like doing much of anything. I went out to the Pilsen Mass ride, and the six(!) of us who showed up for it ended up riding around in the rain for a few hours. Fortunately, it was warm. Unfortunately, I got a puncture in my front tire, and patching in the rain is not the most effective procedure. I need to really put together the good repair kit I've been thinking of. I've got just about everything but a convenient way to carry it. Maybe a trip to the bike shop is in order today. Anyway, we stopped for dinner at Mi Tierra and I had to pump up afterward, but at least it was holding well enough to get me the five miles home. I haven't checked it today, but I have a feeling I'm going to have to put in a new tube. I should go buy new road tires, as well, I think. I should clean my glasses too; there's still a dense film from the dried rain.

Anyway, despite going out for the emotionally indifferent bike ride, I've done nothing of note since I got home from Jersey. Well, I finished putting together that Lego model. Y-wing! Now I can't figure out where the fuck to put the damn thing.

I have probably a good hour of cleaning to do, but it's really not much. I just can't make myself do anything. I can't even change the music I'm listening to. I've heard this Good Riddance record three or four times by now, and it's not even a good record. Note to all melodic hardcore bands: don't drop the hardcore in favor of the melody.

I would like to sit and drink beer and watch TV, but I know there's nothing on and that I'll feel worse for having done so.

Thursday I had lunch with my grandmother and Parvin. The food was great. I don't know what it is, but lately I'm really starting to see extra dimensions to the people I've known my whole life. I guess I do know what it is; I'm older and wiser. Still, it's odd to notive behavioral traits in people and putting that together with what I know of their history, but cool. The human mind is one fucked-up piece of organic machinery.

Dinner with Susan and Alex was good. It was good to see them talking and responding, smiling even, although they did have the odd moment of sadness. Parvin and Susan were fighting to pay the check, which was entertaining. I hope to be able to wade in on these someday. I told Parvin she should come to Chicago after my parents move back and she can fight with my dad over the check.

I figure maybe I'll try to get the rest of my shit together today so I can really enjoy my last day of vacation tomorrow. Empire Strikes Back and Return of the Jedi at Delilah's, and then either stick around for Mike Miller spinning Joe Strummer or head to the Empty Bottle for what may or may not be an interesting show. Probably D's in that it's cheaper and probably just as entertaining, and I can leave whenever I want without feeling guilty.

For now, I'll try to drag my ass around and accomplish something with my life today.