the district sleeps alone tonight
this seems so out of context
in this gaudy apartment complex
the stranger with your door-key
explaining that i'm just visiting
this is Self, reporting live from the City of Steaming Manholes (i.e. Detroit), just really badly needing to state that it's fucking freezing and i don't mind because it's been disgustingly hot and sunny (while snowing, with snow still on the ground that never sticks). but now that it's actually cold, the heater has decided that it will spit out cold air also. nevermind the warm orange button that says "WARM".
sigh.
also, i was always under the impression that threatening people with your singing is just a self-depreceating idiom. turns out, i've just always been surrounded by people who are either a) decent singers or b) polite enough to keep silent.
too bad you never really appreciate facts like these until your roommate starts singing loudly, off-key, and in random spurts as if with head-phones on (except, no head-phones are in evidence), and you just have to bite your tongue because it's just not polite to tell her that she sounds like a dying camel.
and i will be polite. and learn to live with other people that aren't family.
(it's really not that bad. we actually get along great. the fact that they're Muslim and i...don't give a rat's ass about religion works out fine because they leave me to my heathen ways. the only real thing is that boyfriend spending the night would be considered highly indecent. which is a downer, but not unexpected.)
so yes. i am loving my new apartment.
not really liking much else, but it's life. it's worth doing. that's what matters, yeah?
i finished my lab report (for which i was procrastinating by writing this entry). so i must go now. back to the land of silent Self.
(i am finally seeing,
where i was the one worth leaving)
P.S.: SOMEONE is being all awesome and anonymous, and calling themselves valentinesecret and making people adorable little icons. i saw mine and promptly melted into a puddle of "awwwwwww! cuteness!!" ...and i don't even usually like pink. i guess it's just that i'm not used to feeling loved lately, and it was unexpected sweetness.
much appreciated, THANKYOU!!
in this gaudy apartment complex
the stranger with your door-key
explaining that i'm just visiting
this is Self, reporting live from the City of Steaming Manholes (i.e. Detroit), just really badly needing to state that it's fucking freezing and i don't mind because it's been disgustingly hot and sunny (while snowing, with snow still on the ground that never sticks). but now that it's actually cold, the heater has decided that it will spit out cold air also. nevermind the warm orange button that says "WARM".
sigh.
also, i was always under the impression that threatening people with your singing is just a self-depreceating idiom. turns out, i've just always been surrounded by people who are either a) decent singers or b) polite enough to keep silent.
too bad you never really appreciate facts like these until your roommate starts singing loudly, off-key, and in random spurts as if with head-phones on (except, no head-phones are in evidence), and you just have to bite your tongue because it's just not polite to tell her that she sounds like a dying camel.
and i will be polite. and learn to live with other people that aren't family.
(it's really not that bad. we actually get along great. the fact that they're Muslim and i...don't give a rat's ass about religion works out fine because they leave me to my heathen ways. the only real thing is that boyfriend spending the night would be considered highly indecent. which is a downer, but not unexpected.)
so yes. i am loving my new apartment.
not really liking much else, but it's life. it's worth doing. that's what matters, yeah?
i finished my lab report (for which i was procrastinating by writing this entry). so i must go now. back to the land of silent Self.
(i am finally seeing,
where i was the one worth leaving)
P.S.: SOMEONE is being all awesome and anonymous, and calling themselves valentinesecret and making people adorable little icons. i saw mine and promptly melted into a puddle of "awwwwwww! cuteness!!" ...and i don't even usually like pink. i guess it's just that i'm not used to feeling loved lately, and it was unexpected sweetness.
much appreciated, THANKYOU!!