Here I am, baby

Well, here I am, indeed. Nearly 23 and I'm 'doing it.' I'm living in Chicago, I got the job I wanted, I'm making friends and a new relationship. I'm living. How wonderful and terrifying.

This relationship business: whew, always a struggle for me. This guy, if he's telling the truth, he's completely head over heels for me. His roommate says so, too. He wrote two songs about me. He said the L word pretty quick. Initially, it all seemed at least slightly ridiculous to me. I just don't fall that fast.

Then I started falling.

He's just this incredible musician. He's experimental and takes these interesting risks and he's just outright talented. I mean, really good. I never say these things lightly. He's the most interesting and talented musician I know in real life. Some of his stuff really reminds me of early Animal Collective. That sounds totally pretentious on my part but he really is great.

He just has this really interesting mind - I can't figure it out. He's so genuine and yet talented in like a million different ways. Besides music he also is way into theater. He acts, directs, and writes plays. I haven't gotten to know too much about that, but I'm certainly interested. He's had an ongoing book that's apparently huge at this point.

Speaking of books, he is so well read and intelligent, it's absurd. All this - and he's completely NICE. Like, really nice. Genuinely kind and thoughtful with everyone he meets.

There has got to be some enormous flaw I'm missing but I haven't seen it yet, and now I'm getting into trouble.

Meanwhile, Tony's trying to talk to me again. Part of me feels some sort of loyalty to him - like I shouldn't just cut him off. But another part of me tells me it'd be the best thing for both of us. Ugh, ugh, ugh.

But it's not even 7am yet. I need to go back to sleep. It's Saturday for chrissake.