Hey, remember when I said way back when I started this thing that I couldn’t promise regular updates sometimes… well this has been one of those times.
I realize it was kind of ironic since my last post was me being excited that I’d kept this blog fairly steady for a month, and then I disappeared for almost two weeks. But you see, it was finals week. Today is the last day. I’ve got one more final at eight at night (puke) and then I’m done with the semester. So for a while there, I was living in Amanda World. And if I wasn’t studying (which of course I never did enough of) I was trying to find ways to distract myself from doing so. Which meant I did a lot of reading. And watching tv. Like, I watched all three seasons of Haven in five days or something like that. (If you haven’t seen the show and you love some sci-fi, I definitely recommend it. Though, season three left off at a major cliff hanger, so be prepared to feel frustrated with that.)
Anyway. As my lovely title inferred, I’m coming out of whatever haze I was in there for a bit and hopefully I’ll be here to stay for quite some time.
And speaking of living. My new roommate moved in last weekend. I’m super happy about everything because she’s mad cool and a very laid back person. Which is exactly what I needed after the last roommate fiasco.
If I’d have to pinpoint the moment that I knew everything was going to work out between us, it’s a toss up between last night and this morning. Last night was the first time we sat down and just had one of those bonding girl talks where you spill life stories, some funny, some sad, but all ones where you’re like… since we’re going to be living together and all, let me explain a bit more about myself so we’re not complete strangers. So that’s where I could finally see us getting along on a personality basis.
This morning, I realized our lifestyles would probably mesh nicely too. She was already up and getting ready, I had just woken up. I stumbled out of my room in my night shirt and underwear–because fuck it, that’s what I sleep in. Her door was cracked, so I called in nicely, asking if she was done with the bathroom so I could jump in the shower. She opens the door and is standing there in pants and a bra. Together, we made one fully clothed person. It just made me smile to myself and I was like, Yeah, this is going to work out fine. You might think that’s funny or a little odd… but you don’t realize how much I rather walk around pantless if it’s warm enough and I’m not in public. It’s a comfort thing. And I’m glad I’ll be able to keep that habit.
A-Musings 