Page-a-day continues
Today isn't going to be a continuation of yesterday's story, because I'm not feeling that particular muse at the moment. I'll probably just ramble for a little bit and then nod off, like an old man.
Roni moved into MBU today. It wasn't all that interesting, just another big dorm room with some particularly uptight rules. She seems happy enough, and that's fine with me. I'm coming to realize that I probably won't be seeing her every day, though. She still doesn't have a car and going to get her (and bringing her back) is a pretty long round trip. Still, it makes visiting friends significantly easier.
New job is making me wait another 2 weeks before they'll tell me if I got it or not. I have the money to go that long (I think) but I'm not sure if I have the patience. I try to kill time by daydreaming about my own place to live, what I'd put where, how I'd do the kitchen. My dreams are starting to look like "Trading Spaces." Surprisingly, all this domesticity makes me happy. I like being inside under a blanket when there's a storm out. Now don't get me wrong, I'd still rather be outside in the storm (I'll be going in a moment), but I am starting to see the appeal of a quieter life.
There are so many pieces of daily life that seem to be missing right now. It's almost impossible to get cookable food on the budget I'm working with, for example. It's completely impossible to get any sort of decent furniture, and if I did it wouldn't really fit the decor around here. I don't have a bed, I barely have a place to sleep at all. It's weird that I'm judging my quality of life by the amount of useable furniture I own, but seriously- try living without a kitchen table for a while, you'll see what I mean.
Still, I can wait. Patience is one of the virtues I like to pretend to, once in a while. I have two weeks to fill with visits to friends and family, so if you have some free time and you'd like to see me, let me know. I'll come around as soon as I can.
Roni moved into MBU today. It wasn't all that interesting, just another big dorm room with some particularly uptight rules. She seems happy enough, and that's fine with me. I'm coming to realize that I probably won't be seeing her every day, though. She still doesn't have a car and going to get her (and bringing her back) is a pretty long round trip. Still, it makes visiting friends significantly easier.
New job is making me wait another 2 weeks before they'll tell me if I got it or not. I have the money to go that long (I think) but I'm not sure if I have the patience. I try to kill time by daydreaming about my own place to live, what I'd put where, how I'd do the kitchen. My dreams are starting to look like "Trading Spaces." Surprisingly, all this domesticity makes me happy. I like being inside under a blanket when there's a storm out. Now don't get me wrong, I'd still rather be outside in the storm (I'll be going in a moment), but I am starting to see the appeal of a quieter life.
There are so many pieces of daily life that seem to be missing right now. It's almost impossible to get cookable food on the budget I'm working with, for example. It's completely impossible to get any sort of decent furniture, and if I did it wouldn't really fit the decor around here. I don't have a bed, I barely have a place to sleep at all. It's weird that I'm judging my quality of life by the amount of useable furniture I own, but seriously- try living without a kitchen table for a while, you'll see what I mean.
Still, I can wait. Patience is one of the virtues I like to pretend to, once in a while. I have two weeks to fill with visits to friends and family, so if you have some free time and you'd like to see me, let me know. I'll come around as soon as I can.