time takes time enough

mood: okay
music: iron and wine -- sodom, south georgia
CPCetc: maybe this alone thing is okay

Thus far this evening, I have gotten hit on by someone from a different country, coloured a few pictures, taken some photographs, researched John Wayne Gacy, written a very unimpressive scene, addressed a package for Ohio, minimally changed my template and eaten entirely too many crisps. I don't know if you would call this 'progress', but it's something, isn't it?

So far today, my stalker (not to be confused with the Tummy Impaler) has not spoken to me. This is good. I like being left alone by him. He creeps me the fuck out. I think I sufficiently pissed him off by 'forgetting' to invite him to The Crucible last night. Now, part of that was the fact that the Tummy Impaler had Chelsea and mine tickets and we had no idea where he was, but it still served my purposes. That's one minor issue gone for the moment. Now I can move onto other things! Like the impending dietary restrictions of birth control and the overwhelming likeliness of clinical depression.

Life is hard!

I'm redecorating. Kind of. We decided to lower the beds a bit and now I have this nice little den with a fake corner so I feel safer. I've put up a Photo Wall of sorts, along with nekkid Johnny Depp and my clove hitch knot. I put up a couple of the pitchers I drawled by my bed so the wall doesn't look quite so bare. I need to do some more, though. Chelsea's going to bring back some fishing line so we can hang cranes from the ceiling. If I remind her, that is. I don't know. I think I'm starting to get to kind of like it here. It's still strange coming back and not having a cat whoring out to you or Da cooking or Mum ranting about work, but I'm getting used to it. I heart Chelsea and the girls down the hall are so funny, and there's Matt-Matt and the Tummy Impaler and they're nice. I've got a couple of friends in the theatre department--not many, but enough--and all of my gay boys and then the crazy African guy who lives in 215 (incidentally the same one that was hitting on me). I'm not as close to anyone here as I am with all of you kids, but they're enough to get by. Or something.

No one's going to be able to replace any of you and I wouldn't want them to. If they did, I'd be scared. Because--and let's just face this--you guys are the shit. Srsly. No one's going to be as cute as Teryn or as understanding as Rachel or as funny as Christie or as Paigey as Paige. And that's just a few of you! Y'all're my peeps, yo. Sorry, dudes. You're stuck with me.

And...there was something amazing I was going to say right here, but now it's gone. Ah well. Das ist das Leben. I like it all-right, though. It's something to do.