Haven't used this in a while.
Oh my God, stuff is crazy right now. Like...seriously crazy. D=
So, first things first: I'm in the process for applying for HUD housing in Ridgewood. I'll at least feel a bit better about it when I actually hear back, but it just feels like a mess (although I don't really envy Lauren - she's a therapist, not an actuary).
Basically, the deal is, it's a supportive living facility (a step up from an assisted living, because I'll basically be expected to be self-sufficient) with a focus on Asperger's Syndrome/autistic spectrum disorder patients. (Yes, I know, that's somewhat redundant, and that's my description - I think they just use the AS designation, but to be technical about things I was diagnosed as PDD-NOS when I was little.) The easiest way to describe it is that it's basically an apartment building with a therapist as the superintendent.
The location is nice - like it's literally within walking distance of downtown Ridgewood, the trains, so on and so forth. (The best part is - if I get caught out in Montclair or Hoboken or New York late, I can actually take the late trains!) And the building itself is pretty nice - it was a bit more institutional than I'd have liked, but in the sense that it felt like an elder care facility than a mental health facility. And the units themselves are nice - there's a lot of storage space for everything. The only thing I didn't really like was that the common area seemed a bit small, but the huge bedroom made up for it. If I ever need to entertain, I could always just have a couple of people in the bedroom and use that as a den.
I don't know when I'll hear back - there's a couple of forms that I still need to get filled out, and a couple of things that I need to get tied up. But I'm still a bit hopeful. I did have THE INTERVIEW last night, which went...not quite as well as I'd hoped. Basically, I admitted that I do need to get better at housekeeping, which really means that I need to not fall behind as much. They did not seem impressed by my pronunciations that I wanted to improve. :(
Then again, I'm not that great at reading people (obviously), so I usually tend to assume I did worse than I did.
Also: this is happening.
I'm actually talking. TO A BOY.
More to the point, I'm talking to Soup Goblin (of that fame, if you're into that - by the way, link is NSFW and not safe for vagina lovers). And we're supposed to be meeting up/geeking up in New York in...a little over a week.
I've been chatting with him online, and...for the first time in a long time, I really feel like I'm into someone. Like, he'll say something and I'll be like, "holy shit, are you like connected to my brain or something?" Although I'm trying (and...uh...obviously failing) to not put the cart before the horse. I mean, I know the guy, but I don't know the guy.
Plus, he's a gamer and I'm more of a techie (although I'm fluent in gamer, weeaboo, and techspeak - basically, I can speak nerdy), so that might be a bumping point. (There are a few others, but I'll figure that out later on. Mainly, distance - he lives in Orange County, NY.)
I was telling basically everyone about it, and my coworker Steve says, "So it's a date, right?"
I'm like, "No, it's not, it's not going to be just him and me, I'm not expecting anything..."
"Do you know the guy?"
"No..."
"It's a date."
"Bitch."
For what it's worth, I'm not thinking of it as a date (because, you know, we're NOT), but I CAN SEE WHERE SOME PEOPLE WOULD GET THE IMPRESSION.
Then again, I'm classic, so.
So, first things first: I'm in the process for applying for HUD housing in Ridgewood. I'll at least feel a bit better about it when I actually hear back, but it just feels like a mess (although I don't really envy Lauren - she's a therapist, not an actuary).
Basically, the deal is, it's a supportive living facility (a step up from an assisted living, because I'll basically be expected to be self-sufficient) with a focus on Asperger's Syndrome/autistic spectrum disorder patients. (Yes, I know, that's somewhat redundant, and that's my description - I think they just use the AS designation, but to be technical about things I was diagnosed as PDD-NOS when I was little.) The easiest way to describe it is that it's basically an apartment building with a therapist as the superintendent.
The location is nice - like it's literally within walking distance of downtown Ridgewood, the trains, so on and so forth. (The best part is - if I get caught out in Montclair or Hoboken or New York late, I can actually take the late trains!) And the building itself is pretty nice - it was a bit more institutional than I'd have liked, but in the sense that it felt like an elder care facility than a mental health facility. And the units themselves are nice - there's a lot of storage space for everything. The only thing I didn't really like was that the common area seemed a bit small, but the huge bedroom made up for it. If I ever need to entertain, I could always just have a couple of people in the bedroom and use that as a den.
I don't know when I'll hear back - there's a couple of forms that I still need to get filled out, and a couple of things that I need to get tied up. But I'm still a bit hopeful. I did have THE INTERVIEW last night, which went...not quite as well as I'd hoped. Basically, I admitted that I do need to get better at housekeeping, which really means that I need to not fall behind as much. They did not seem impressed by my pronunciations that I wanted to improve. :(
Then again, I'm not that great at reading people (obviously), so I usually tend to assume I did worse than I did.
Also: this is happening.
I'm actually talking. TO A BOY.
More to the point, I'm talking to Soup Goblin (of that fame, if you're into that - by the way, link is NSFW and not safe for vagina lovers). And we're supposed to be meeting up/geeking up in New York in...a little over a week.
I've been chatting with him online, and...for the first time in a long time, I really feel like I'm into someone. Like, he'll say something and I'll be like, "holy shit, are you like connected to my brain or something?" Although I'm trying (and...uh...obviously failing) to not put the cart before the horse. I mean, I know the guy, but I don't know the guy.
Plus, he's a gamer and I'm more of a techie (although I'm fluent in gamer, weeaboo, and techspeak - basically, I can speak nerdy), so that might be a bumping point. (There are a few others, but I'll figure that out later on. Mainly, distance - he lives in Orange County, NY.)
I was telling basically everyone about it, and my coworker Steve says, "So it's a date, right?"
I'm like, "No, it's not, it's not going to be just him and me, I'm not expecting anything..."
"Do you know the guy?"
"No..."
"It's a date."
"Bitch."
For what it's worth, I'm not thinking of it as a date (because, you know, we're NOT), but I CAN SEE WHERE SOME PEOPLE WOULD GET THE IMPRESSION.
Then again, I'm classic, so.