Brrr.
It's freezing in my room--and in the whole apartment, for that matter--because the heater broke, or killed itself, or something, sometime in the past two days. It's, like, 50 degrees, and I'm a pansy when it comes to being cold, so I'm miserable.
We had a test in my Population and World Culture class today. I thought it was supposed to be on Monday. Oops. *sighs* I know I passed with at least a 60, but I'd really wanted to do well on it! Can't wait to see exactly how I did.
Bobo and I are for sure, without a doubt, getting that house. Bobo has a key now, and I've been in there twice. It's really old and scarred by cigarette smoke, so we'll have to do a lot of cleaning, and we'll have to have it fumigated 'cause nobody's lived there for a year or so, but that's manageable. It's sort of creepy, though. When the fridge comes on, it makes a humming sound, and there's a leak or something, so there's a dripping sound below that... and somewhere in between the two, it sounds like people talking. I thought Bobo had turned on a radio in another room, but he hadn't--the only one was right next to me. SO CREEPY. Maybe I'll get used to it. On a more positive note, I've picked out a color scheme for my room: really pale green, dark green, pink, and creme-ish. It should be pretty. I wonder how much paint costs?
On the Bobo and Thomas front, as concerns my feelings and whatnot from last post... Bobo and I are doing quite well lately, to my surprise. We've laughed and talked together more in the past two or three days than we had in weeks, so that's nice. And a couple of days ago Thomas made a comment that he (Thomas) and I should really only count as one person, and then we'd never have to be apart unless we wanted, or something along those lines. It was really reassuring, and put my mind (almost) to rest. I still have a fair amount of worries, but those are now hinged on the living situation--I'm afraid that during the first two months Bobo and I are in the house--and Thomas won't be able to live there during that time--Thomas will run away or something, and not talk to us anymore. Stupid, paranoid fear, I know it, but there it is. I'm so sadly, stupidly insecure sometimes, it's just pathetic... But at least I'm getting better.
Okay. Time for me to go play some more Rogue Galaxy. It's a PS2 RPG, by the same people that did Dark Cloud, and it's quite fun so far, if not exactly a revolutionary sort of experience. I'm enjoying it, at least.
Hope you're all doing well! And Moth, if you're reading this: early Happy Birthday, just in case I forget to swing by and tell you on the day itself! Love you!
We had a test in my Population and World Culture class today. I thought it was supposed to be on Monday. Oops. *sighs* I know I passed with at least a 60, but I'd really wanted to do well on it! Can't wait to see exactly how I did.
Bobo and I are for sure, without a doubt, getting that house. Bobo has a key now, and I've been in there twice. It's really old and scarred by cigarette smoke, so we'll have to do a lot of cleaning, and we'll have to have it fumigated 'cause nobody's lived there for a year or so, but that's manageable. It's sort of creepy, though. When the fridge comes on, it makes a humming sound, and there's a leak or something, so there's a dripping sound below that... and somewhere in between the two, it sounds like people talking. I thought Bobo had turned on a radio in another room, but he hadn't--the only one was right next to me. SO CREEPY. Maybe I'll get used to it. On a more positive note, I've picked out a color scheme for my room: really pale green, dark green, pink, and creme-ish. It should be pretty. I wonder how much paint costs?
On the Bobo and Thomas front, as concerns my feelings and whatnot from last post... Bobo and I are doing quite well lately, to my surprise. We've laughed and talked together more in the past two or three days than we had in weeks, so that's nice. And a couple of days ago Thomas made a comment that he (Thomas) and I should really only count as one person, and then we'd never have to be apart unless we wanted, or something along those lines. It was really reassuring, and put my mind (almost) to rest. I still have a fair amount of worries, but those are now hinged on the living situation--I'm afraid that during the first two months Bobo and I are in the house--and Thomas won't be able to live there during that time--Thomas will run away or something, and not talk to us anymore. Stupid, paranoid fear, I know it, but there it is. I'm so sadly, stupidly insecure sometimes, it's just pathetic... But at least I'm getting better.
Okay. Time for me to go play some more Rogue Galaxy. It's a PS2 RPG, by the same people that did Dark Cloud, and it's quite fun so far, if not exactly a revolutionary sort of experience. I'm enjoying it, at least.
Hope you're all doing well! And Moth, if you're reading this: early Happy Birthday, just in case I forget to swing by and tell you on the day itself! Love you!