But with these things there's no telling, we just have to wait and see...

Annnnnnnnnnd flat tire.
As in: the most flat tire parked somewhere far away from my house at a Chicago intersection I'm neither familiar with can remember the name of. I think I parked on Campbell...

Some good samaritan of sorts came running to my rescue. He offered to fix the tire. After I told him I was without donut (a lie, mind you), he offered one from his home. After I told him I would rather use my own personal donut (I don't have to tell you the obvious here) he offered to drive me home. I haven't encountered such selfless generosity before. Anywhere. But what do I do? I lie, and lie, and lie for fear this man will mug and rape me. I can't get him out of my mind. It's as though this selfless stranger has become permanently imprinted. A girl's got to be cautious, and I try and convince myself that's why I was wary. But I can't help but wonder, if he were an LL Bean sporting , well groomed business man, would I have accepted help? Am I just as apt to pre-judge as all those people I tisk and condemn?

Starting new in Chicago. I have plans!:
The plans involve the following: (which to begin involve many colons:::):
A regular running regimine,
A regular writing routine,
Growing my hair out to an obnoxious length,
Cutting and donating said hair to locks of love,
Dying my hair blond,
Drawing city scenes on Saturdays,
Visiting my grandparents on Sundays,
Saving up enough money to visit Rachel, Jenni, and Nina,
Starting over with my sister.

I'm going all Eternal Sunshine style.
"Sun is shining in the sky, there ain't a cloud in sight. It's stopped raining, everbody's catching rays and don't you know it's a beautiful new day?"