Jul 02, 2009 14:54
So, I think I've left crazytown for good now. Regardless, I suggest avoiding saying her name, or talking about 16 year olds (16WWs aka whorish wenches), in case I relapse into plotting her doom. Seriously, not cool.
Anyways, so I might have found a place on Staten Island. Roommates sound like an interesting bunch, but the place looks SO gorgeous, I don't think I could pass it up if I tried. Now just to win them over. I already have the girl who is renting out her room won. I said all the right things at exatcly the right time, so now I just have to avoid being a crazy, quiet, neurotic nut when I meet them... though considering how much we have chatted, I think that she would expect no less. Honestly, I feel incredibly young looking for a place in NYC at the age of 21. Everyone I have contacted seems to think that I talk well beyond my years, that I show signs of maturity and intelligence of someone older. As a child I would probably jump for joy, thinking that I really must be growing up, but in reality I feel like the truth is that 21 year old americans are not the same as 21 year old canadians. In the US its rare that a college aged student every really had to find a place for themselves, and it seems HIGHLY unlikely that even if they had, that they had to pay for it (honestly, where do these parents get this kind of money).
I'm a kid and I know it. Everyone in NYC is in their late 20s early 30s looking for a roommate. How did I wind up being so young? So new?
I have more to say, but no energy to say it... It's an hour past zombie o'clock and I could use with some brains coffee.