simultaneous emotion
I'm excited and pissed and pretty sure I'm an evil being.
Today I signed up for where I want to live next year. This means there will be a time (in the not so far away) that I will no longer be burdened with my current living arrangements. I will be sharing an apartment with my totally rad best friend and 2 other girls. woot woot! Yeah, I'm pretty stoked about this one.
However, because of the ridiculously unfair method of signing up, I didn't get into the apartments we wanted, or our second choice of apartment styles. Instead, I will be living in the same crap pile apartment I am now, only next door. I call the right to physically harm all of those younger than me that managed to scum their way into the glorious new aparments. Living here means that I will have to share a room again. I love Teri dearly, but I don't really know how wise it is for me and the neat freak (2 girls that already spend way too much time together) to live in the same room. We'll see how that turns out.
My roommate hasn't been here all week and I don't know why. I complain about the girl constantly but now I'm afraid that I may have become the b*tch that rags on the girl that's grandfather just died, or who just found out she has an incurable disease, or some other terrible tragedy. Granted, I may be jumping to very negative conclusions, but I think I'll only speak good of her until I'm sure. Then it'll be back to the normal pissing and moaning.
In other news... Baseball talk has begun. I'm yearning for the ballpark.
Today I signed up for where I want to live next year. This means there will be a time (in the not so far away) that I will no longer be burdened with my current living arrangements. I will be sharing an apartment with my totally rad best friend and 2 other girls. woot woot! Yeah, I'm pretty stoked about this one.
However, because of the ridiculously unfair method of signing up, I didn't get into the apartments we wanted, or our second choice of apartment styles. Instead, I will be living in the same crap pile apartment I am now, only next door. I call the right to physically harm all of those younger than me that managed to scum their way into the glorious new aparments. Living here means that I will have to share a room again. I love Teri dearly, but I don't really know how wise it is for me and the neat freak (2 girls that already spend way too much time together) to live in the same room. We'll see how that turns out.
My roommate hasn't been here all week and I don't know why. I complain about the girl constantly but now I'm afraid that I may have become the b*tch that rags on the girl that's grandfather just died, or who just found out she has an incurable disease, or some other terrible tragedy. Granted, I may be jumping to very negative conclusions, but I think I'll only speak good of her until I'm sure. Then it'll be back to the normal pissing and moaning.
In other news... Baseball talk has begun. I'm yearning for the ballpark.
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