Ed Hardy doesn't make you tough...

What an uneventful day! Seriously, I spent it in the Skokie Library working on job applications and sending out networking emails.

I did get to spend a bit of time with my cousin, who, until now I hadn’t really seen since I’ve been here. She’s in school and works, and then goes out with friends or has night classes, so we’re like two ships passing in the wind.

And, as amazing as it may sound – my sleep schedule has actually been pretty great! I know I’m going to jinx myself by saying it, but I have been falling asleep between 10 and 12 each night and not spending hours laying there waiting to actually drift off.

This might also be attributed to the neato alarm clock/thermometer/sound machine thing I found in my closet. This thing is AWESOME. Rain, thunderstorms, ocean and rainforest are my options, but rain is the clear winner. The one strange thing about this little heavenly toy… it looses time. Like, 2 hours a night. Very weird since the damn thing is plugged into the wall! I have learned to ignore it and just let the beautiful noise entertain me while I sleep.

Oh! There was one memorable moment of my day that has everyone talking on Facebook… A wanna-be (sadly not the Spice Girl’s song) thug in an Ed Hardy hoodie decided it was an awesome idea to swagger (see Laura, I used your word this time!) out into the middle of traffic and expected all of the lovely thousand pound cars to just slam on the brakes for him.

Really?

I know Ed Hardy has like a god to these kids, but wearing fake tattoo inspired clothes does not make you invincible.

Also, I think anyone wearing that crap that doesn’t actually have a tattoo is just asking for judgment, and who am I to disappoint?

The next time this jackass decides to walk out in front of me in the middle of the street (not even in a crosswalk!) I might just be so distracted by his dumb shirt to remember to hit the brakes…