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1. After being way pissed off that the train I was just in time for was cancelled and that the next one was 5 and then 10 and then 20 minutes late, a group of young teenagers boarded the crowded train. If you’ve ever been on a train with teenagers you know they can be loud, obnoxious, and have no idea of how to act in public. Me, along with several others had a window seat with the seat next to us free so they each took a seat. This girl sat down next to me and said “I’m really sorry, but the train is so crowded.” Most adults just sit down and don’t even care if my stuff is there or give me time to move it. She then complimented my purse and asked questions about my job and such. And the fact that these kids were so nice and polite and generally happy, it kind of restored my faith in humanity, just a bit.

2. I woke up this morning with no nose ring and a really bloody nose. I am scared.

3. Nadia gave me Julia Child’s French Cooking book for my birthday. I decided that I would make that the book I would cook every recipe from. The first recipe I turned to was duck mousse…

4. I guess sometimes someone tries so hard to get you to not like them that you end up really hating them.


5. Sunday I was supposed to work but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. I ended up watching ABC Family all day: Princess Diaries, Mean Girls, Cinderella Story, Another Cinderella Story…

6.

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Hi, I'm Val. I spent most of my 20s in a standstill, unable to pick which path in life I wanted to take. I wanted the nomadic life of a traveler but also wanted the husband, the condo, and the kitten. Unable to decide which life I wanted more, I did nothing. When I turned 30 I’d had enough of putting my life on hold and decided to start “choosing my figs.” So, I quit my job, bought a one-way ticket to Europe, and traveled for three years. Now I'm back in Chicago, decorating my apartment in all the teal, petting my cats, and planning my next adventure.

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7 Comments
  • Jeff
    January 20, 2009at2:01 pm

    wow, to #1, grandma much? teenagers are loud and obnoxious? haha i am loud and obnoxious

  • val
    January 20, 2009at2:25 pm

    way to make the girl who’s already feeling old feel older.
    i just appreciate well mannered kids after seeing so many horrible ones around.

  • Sid
    January 20, 2009at6:12 pm

    did you snort your nose ring?

  • Walter
    January 20, 2009at6:56 pm

    Teenagers aren’t annoying. I’m still a teenager.

  • sheilah
    January 20, 2009at10:20 pm

    I remember having the same reaction when I would take the Metra and would see a group of teenagers board. I’m surprised they didn’t try to make everyone move, or talk around everyone so they could hear each other. It’s not being a grandma, it’s being a tired commuter who already lived through high school and doesn’t always want to hear every disgusting detail. /end rant/

  • val
    January 21, 2009at12:53 am

    I am not saying I am against teenagers, but really a lot of them just don’t know how to act in public. When you have to stand on a crowded train almost against some kids who won’t stop making out, you’ll understand.
    And really it was mose of a rant against people on trains in general. I was impressed that that girl felt bad about sitting next to me and didn’t pull out a cell phone once when most adults talk really loud and make me move my purse so they can sit down only to stick their purse right between us. Those kids were better behaved and nicer than most people in general. And I just like when you meet truly nice and happy people.

  • Walter
    January 21, 2009at4:12 pm

    We also had to deal with full grown adults making out in front of the board games at Guthrie’s the other day.
    Loud people on the train is why God invented iPods. And why are you sitting on the bottom level if people bother you so much? I’m on the second level on the least crowded car because I’m such a misanthropist.

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