News flash: I survived to survive a second year of college.
With that, I moved apartments... kind of. More like I moved downstairs and over one. Ideally I would have liked to have moved locations completely (not that my time here wasn't great because it really has been), but alas, there are some people in this world that don't make time for that kind of searching and decision making, especially when it's nearing finals.
So here I am in my new apartment with only one other person who is clear across the hall in her own room. I think I've seen her a total of 4 minutes. I've learned some fun facts though; she has a wii, she has two board games, she wants to be Cuddy from House, and she has a shower curtain in her bathroom...
110 is dark and cold with fake wood and the windows need cleaning. It's the windows that bother me the most. After years of cleaning windows (with a squeegee even) that's typically the first things I notice. Clean windows make a big difference. All I want to do is deep clean this place. It's a pain when not everyone is moved in. How am I suppose to know if they have a shower curtain or not? I'm not going to go buy one if someone living in my apartment already has one, obviously. I avoid money spending when I can. I can go months without grocery shopping. It's a tricky thing; showering without a shower curtain. I'm proud of myself for doing it "successfully." It's the worst when the previous apartment-ees leave the place looking trashy. At least they left flowers on the table. They were from an ex-boyfriend, poor guy. He is bashing on girls right now, I witnessed it. When I get ready in the mornings, I listen to my DownToEarth radio on full blast, that or John Mayer's "Perfectly Lonely"(I'll "Amen" that. John knows what's up). I FINALLY went grocery shopping. I'm excited to be eating again. To get into bed I need something to stand on, it's too tall for this short body of mine. I think my bedroom is haunted. Every time I come in I find something new. Here's what I found each time I came in: 501 Must See Movies (it's a book), a water bottle, PVC pipes, and a closed window. My roommate says she didn't do it, and nobody else has the code to our door. Spooky. I decided it's the maintenance men that are leaving me gifts. I wonder what I'll get tomorrow. Maybe a roommate.
Some people find a group of friends to continue living with until a piece of bling appears on a certain finger on a certain hand (something that happens quickly and often to my fellow females here in P-Town)... I don't think I'll ever do that, as in I don't think I'll ever find four girls that I'll live with forever. Not that I don't love my girlfriends. It's more of I like to meet new people and experience new things. I think a part of me is afraid of getting "stuck." I never thought of myself as needing lots of change and variety, but lying here I think I do. Perhaps eventually I'll want to settle down, just not yet. I am not saying that new friends are in order, just a different scene and by scene I mean people, but not necessarily friends. Verstehen sie?
I'm ready for this semester to start rolling.
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