I've moved into my new place. Its got a huge living room, and my roommates are all quite lovely.
That said, i'm a bit over-anxious to really enjoy myself right now. I've got one project to finish for a lab class, and then i have to attend a couple make-up classes to graduate. Once that's all done with, i have to try and figure out how best to move forward with my life and develop a career... I am so not ready for that.
and i made the wonderful decision to get romantically involved with one of my roommates. Which is both a blessing and a curse. And right now i'm so anxious about the whole thing and inside-my-head about it...
I feel very threatened by one of my roommates. He's 24, a guitar player and a singer, and he's all-around awesome. He's friendly, open minded, into music, loves cats, cleans, works out, has a psych degree and just got a job at a non-profit organization that helps troubled children. Oh. And he has a beard. Its like he's me, but better... And i feel extremely threatened by that. But i know i have no legitimate reason not to like him. So that's a brain-fuck for itself.
anyway. I knew this was gonna be a challenging growing experience for me, so i'm just glad my anxiety is coming AFTER the fact, instead of having a panic and never moving out of my old apartment.
i dunno if anyone can view this link if they're not friends with the person who posted it. but this is a video tour of our loft. This Is Brooklyn
I need to be enveloped in something. Thank God I am seeing Sigur Ros tonight. That is exactly what i need.
edit:
Sigur Ros was wonderful. And Kat (my roomy of wonder) ever-so-gently told me that us being involved is not a good idea and we should just be roommates. I am disappointed, but otherwise (to my surprise) totally unaffected. I've actually been even more upbeat since that conversation, because I'm so proud of myself for handling it so well. haha
that said, i'm still gonna try to seduce her when the time is right. she is FAR too interesting to simply brush off. haha
That said, i'm a bit over-anxious to really enjoy myself right now. I've got one project to finish for a lab class, and then i have to attend a couple make-up classes to graduate. Once that's all done with, i have to try and figure out how best to move forward with my life and develop a career... I am so not ready for that.
and i made the wonderful decision to get romantically involved with one of my roommates. Which is both a blessing and a curse. And right now i'm so anxious about the whole thing and inside-my-head about it...
I feel very threatened by one of my roommates. He's 24, a guitar player and a singer, and he's all-around awesome. He's friendly, open minded, into music, loves cats, cleans, works out, has a psych degree and just got a job at a non-profit organization that helps troubled children. Oh. And he has a beard. Its like he's me, but better... And i feel extremely threatened by that. But i know i have no legitimate reason not to like him. So that's a brain-fuck for itself.
anyway. I knew this was gonna be a challenging growing experience for me, so i'm just glad my anxiety is coming AFTER the fact, instead of having a panic and never moving out of my old apartment.
i dunno if anyone can view this link if they're not friends with the person who posted it. but this is a video tour of our loft. This Is Brooklyn
I need to be enveloped in something. Thank God I am seeing Sigur Ros tonight. That is exactly what i need.
edit:
Sigur Ros was wonderful. And Kat (my roomy of wonder) ever-so-gently told me that us being involved is not a good idea and we should just be roommates. I am disappointed, but otherwise (to my surprise) totally unaffected. I've actually been even more upbeat since that conversation, because I'm so proud of myself for handling it so well. haha
that said, i'm still gonna try to seduce her when the time is right. she is FAR too interesting to simply brush off. haha
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malloreigh:
girls! yeesh! well, hopefully the limitations she's set will end up fueling some super hot illicit sex. you know, the kind where you know you're not allowed to but you just can't help yourself.
malloreigh:
30 second exposure in a dark room. we all had lighters. we drew the hearts.