allow me to vent
i don't do that much these days. i think that what will eventually win me over to the idea of marraige and all that it entails is the idea of chosing who you live with, and choosing who you don't live with. That is so appealing to me right now. I just moved again. Jordan is my roommate (because jordan is back) which is good, I mean, I haven't had a roommate for like 8 months, but heck, it's nice to have someone to talk to. what I hate is moving into an already settled home. Where everything is akward because I'm invading someone else's domain. and the way it's handled. I'm not a fan of notes being left on the fridge. I just think it indicates failure to communicate. I would much rather prefer a 'hey, someone left the light on downstairs last night, can we remember to turn it off' at breakfast than a rude and abraisive note on the fridge reminding you everytime you go to get something to eat (which i don't, as i'm avoiding the fridge due to the notes) of what a failure you are in the house. or, in another case, let's look at this example: you and your roommate come home w/ your boyfriend, and you all three go up to your room for 2 minutes while you grab your laundry to take downstairs. Would you rather your house mate say to you something like "hey...just to let you know, guys aren't supposed to be in the bedrooms", or would you rather another note saying "boys not allowed in bedrooms, I will call prof. brotherson"...again making your stomach growl because you're avoiding the fridge for another day. So, now that I'm hungry and tired, and activily avoiding setting foot in the house I'm paying good money to live in for five weeks....the idea of my own place, or marriage if you will, is so incredibly appealing. some people do it for love, I do it for privacy. whatever floats your boat, i guess.