Full prompt: "6. If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be, and what would you do if later on you changed your mind?"
I don't particularly like this prompt because it sounds an awful lot like the one I did just before it, about my bad habits. I understand that the site I got the prompts from is supposed to be a journal writing thing, so I suppose they're trying to make me be very introspective, but I don't think that's what people care to read about on an internet blog. Not that anyone is really reading this, but still. Should it somehow become massively popular, or should, god forbid, channers or some other cesspool of the internet get ahold of it, I don't want to give anyone too much fodder on my self-deprecation.
So I guess the obvious thing I'd change about myself is I'd make myself pretty. All the other things that are wrong with me are personality-based things. While I don't necessarily find myself a worthy human being, my personality, for all its flaws, is what makes me unique, so I'd be afraid to tinker it too much. Plus I'm sure if I cured any of my particular neuroses, different ones would pop up or something.
Anyway so yeah I guess I'd just make myself pretty. I have gotten a high volume of comparisons to Zooey Deschanel recently, however I feel that is unfair to Zooey. Although, should someone offer me a Joseph Gordon-Levitt a la 500 Days of Summer, I would solemnly swear to treat him a lot nicer than she did because he is just too adorable. And hell, he was fucking sexy in Inception. Oh, but stop getting distracted. (I'm listening to a playlist I created called "Music I Should Be Ashamed Of" and I just had Katy Perry's Hot N' Cold and I couldn't...stop...dancing...) Okay yeah so make myself attractive, particularly to the opposite sex, which I'm pretty sure doesn't view me as attractive at all. At least I'm not hideously deformed or anything, I'm just, you know, a 4 on the 1 to 10. Not so ugly people recoil at me, but not even average enough to snag someone mildly functional. I guess my wish would be to be at least a 7. I have no desire to be a 10, I don't need to be a model. I would just like someone besides the creepy old men on the L to leer at me once in a while.
I guess if I (for whatever reason) decided to undo my wish, I would do it in a very dramatic way. Maybe I'd save someone from a burning building and get horrible scars. Then I'd be ugly, but there'd be a good story and it would give me character.
Nelly's "Pimp Juice" is on now. So clutch.
Now I'm going to talk about the aquarium because it was awesome. We were there from about 1:30-6, and it was amazing 100% of the time. I love fish, and Shedd is huge. Although, we had an unfortunate run-in with this awful weather. Clair, Leo and I (Oxford comma?) met at Roosevelt and were waiting for the 130. It had ABSOLUTELY pour on my six minute walk to my stop. I had to take off my coat on the train because it was so absurdly wet. My legs weren't fairing too well, either, though the rest of my upper body had more or less survived. However, the rain had totally abated by the time we were at the bus stop. ("Standing in the Rain"-perfect for this story) We got on the bus, were riding over LSD, and... RAIN. EVERYWHERE.
This also happened about seven years ago when I came to Chicago with my mom and we went to Adler. It downpoured only while we were trying to get from the bus to the planetarium that time. This time I felt like there was more irony associated with travelling to an aquarium in a torrential downpour, but it was still unappreciated. We got off the bus and the water was coming down in buckets. I think it could easily have qualified as a category 3 hurricane, though I guess it lacked the "wind" part.
So Clair and Leo and I did sort of a half-run towards the building- which, unfortunately, the bus drops you off on the side of. And we ran around the wrong side at first, heading toward some tent set up for a non-existent event. Leo yelled at us about it being the wrong way (No shit, Leo) and we realised we now had to run back down this ramp and then circumnavigate a quarter of the building. Did I mention Shedd is huge? So of course halfway around the rain came down harder. As if that was somehow even possible. My umbrella was already broken from the rain on Thursday (fortunately it was 65F instead of 35F today) and the wind that hadn't existed before suddenly upped the hurricane level to category 5. I almost died running up the steps, which had water coming down them so fast they looked like fountains. I could barely see up the stairs. by the time we got inside, I looked as though I had jumped into a river with all my clothes on. I was soaked all the way to my underwear (which, btw, was still damp when we left nearly five hours later).
At least Clair had a membership so they ushered us in. All the saps coming just for the day had to wait OUTSIDE in this ridiculous line. Which was funny, because they weren't letting people out of the building for a while because of the wind/rain- apparently, if you've already paid, you're worth saving, but everyone else can be whipped out to Lake Michigan for all they care.
In the end, what I'm trying to say is, anyone who came to Chicago for a nice Memorial Day vacation got Punk'd.
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