Squee?
There are some spontaneous impulses you just don't question. Like the urge to RUN! NOW! I had after returning from uni this afternoon. I currently don't get to do that as often, because uni starts at 8 am thrice weekly, which means getting up at six, and while I wouldn't mind getting up earlier, I try to let my roommates sleep in the mornings -- in the (evidently futile) hope that they'll do the same for me at night -- and I'm not usually up to sports in the evenings. But maybe the additional sausage from lunch wanted to be sweated out, or something. Or maybe it was but a symptom of a general feeling of... antsiness I had all day. *shrugs*
I wish I had more of a writing urge, though. ":-(
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There's no news on the living situation, except that my roommates and I finally had our talking out, where I told them, what the hell, I'll move out (to which they were surprisingly D-:" -- tough luck boys, if I say something, I follow through), and refused further half-baked compromise. If I've learnt one thing from these last ten months, it's that I need to live alone. I can't really afford it, but I need to. Living with the family was worse in some ways, better in others, but at least I was used to them and their bullshit. Strangers will always be strangers, who come up with weird, stranger-type ideas. (One of roommate C's other complaints -- after "You never clean the bathroom!", to which I truthfully replied "Neither do you two!" -- was that I always keep my distance. So what? I didn't move in here to make new friends! We're not married, and I'm therefore not obliged to spend my free time with you. I'm always friendly, except if you piss me off, and it took repeated insults from a certain asshole friend of yours before I gave up on politeness and bitched back, which I think is all you can ask for. I just want to live here, with my books, my internet, and some fucking peace and quiet. And anyway, we don't have hobbies besides occasionally watching The Simpsons and the evening news together. We are not the hippie commune a town over; there are no mandatory group activities here. What's so hard to understand about the concept of apathetic co-existence? I like it, and there's nothing wrong with me for that, so stop trying to say it is. I'm not saying something's wrong with you because you can't be alone and quiet, either. It's a difference of opinion, that's all.) Yeah, we talked everything out in great and excruciating length. ":-/ (I probably mentioned I hate talks like that?)
Bottom Line: Bleh. Roomshare life plainly isn't for me.*
I've emailed Dad about the flat, but he hasn't written back yet. It's probably too expensive anyway (though, well, he did buy(!) my stepsister a flat of her own, so he could well give me reduced rent... the fact that I'm not genetically his offspring shouldn't matter that much), but I'd like to rule that opportunity out rather than wonder whether I missed a chance later.
*(Scratch that. Human company plainly isn't for me!)
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The academic news is good, though! I'm starting to be carefully (very carefully) optimistic about the papers I had almost written off as doomed. YAY. (Except for the part where I actually need to get them done. Now. Which means I hardly get the fanfic porn internet time I require to function. *headdesk* I'm trying to catch up on comments though, I promise!)
Even more YAY: my favourite prof (favouritest of evar, you might now say) has agreed to mentor my MA thesis!!! SQUEE!!! (He was scarily relaxed about that aforementioned paper of his that I've been procrastinating since February. I can't help but wonder why I've been dithering about it so much! Nevermind. It's all SQUEE now!) ":-D
I wish I had more of a writing urge, though. ":-(
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There's no news on the living situation, except that my roommates and I finally had our talking out, where I told them, what the hell, I'll move out (to which they were surprisingly D-:" -- tough luck boys, if I say something, I follow through), and refused further half-baked compromise. If I've learnt one thing from these last ten months, it's that I need to live alone. I can't really afford it, but I need to. Living with the family was worse in some ways, better in others, but at least I was used to them and their bullshit. Strangers will always be strangers, who come up with weird, stranger-type ideas. (One of roommate C's other complaints -- after "You never clean the bathroom!", to which I truthfully replied "Neither do you two!" -- was that I always keep my distance. So what? I didn't move in here to make new friends! We're not married, and I'm therefore not obliged to spend my free time with you. I'm always friendly, except if you piss me off, and it took repeated insults from a certain asshole friend of yours before I gave up on politeness and bitched back, which I think is all you can ask for. I just want to live here, with my books, my internet, and some fucking peace and quiet. And anyway, we don't have hobbies besides occasionally watching The Simpsons and the evening news together. We are not the hippie commune a town over; there are no mandatory group activities here. What's so hard to understand about the concept of apathetic co-existence? I like it, and there's nothing wrong with me for that, so stop trying to say it is. I'm not saying something's wrong with you because you can't be alone and quiet, either. It's a difference of opinion, that's all.) Yeah, we talked everything out in great and excruciating length. ":-/ (I probably mentioned I hate talks like that?)
Bottom Line: Bleh. Roomshare life plainly isn't for me.*
I've emailed Dad about the flat, but he hasn't written back yet. It's probably too expensive anyway (though, well, he did buy(!) my stepsister a flat of her own, so he could well give me reduced rent... the fact that I'm not genetically his offspring shouldn't matter that much), but I'd like to rule that opportunity out rather than wonder whether I missed a chance later.
*(Scratch that. Human company plainly isn't for me!)
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The academic news is good, though! I'm starting to be carefully (very carefully) optimistic about the papers I had almost written off as doomed. YAY. (Except for the part where I actually need to get them done. Now. Which means I hardly get the fanfic porn internet time I require to function. *headdesk* I'm trying to catch up on comments though, I promise!)
Even more YAY: my favourite prof (favouritest of evar, you might now say) has agreed to mentor my MA thesis!!! SQUEE!!! (He was scarily relaxed about that aforementioned paper of his that I've been procrastinating since February. I can't help but wonder why I've been dithering about it so much! Nevermind. It's all SQUEE now!) ":-D