Mar 10, 2010 17:47
in high school, whenever i was tired, whether my teachers were understanding or not, i could go to the nurse's office. there i would find olive-mint pleather beds, with a layer of doctor's office paper on top. in my exhaustion, i would lay down, no questions asked, on the cool crinkly paper, under motel6 fuzzy blankets, and lose myself very deeply.
most people going to school here live within a comfortable walking distance of their bed. for me, walking home takes 20 min when i'm tired, and isn't much quicker on average by bus, due to unreliability of scheduling. i either need to live closer, or build that bike. building the bike is the better option at the moment, unless i find a better place on the east side. a well-priced apartment with a good landlord and good insulation, somewhere i'll be able to live in year after year.
i nervously await my graduating roommate's decision regarding the apartment. she's the best roommate i've ever had. true, i rarely see her, but she does several things that are really quality in a roommate. she's not passive aggressive. she's calm, relaxed, has a good sense of humor, a good mind, and is a good conversationalist.
ok.. the workers at carr haus seem to have gotten the impression that they are working at johnny rockets, because they are now blasting that kind of music (which in some settings i do not mind) loudly enough to overpower my /earplugs/.