Gag me now, brown cow

I mean that, literally. Or rather, let my apartment please be composed of only those who are paying rent and/or not fiancés of other roomies.1 Aside from that, I can see that the end is near and I fear it. Sure, after-finals is a time to celebrate and cheer for, but finals? Oh no. That’s the time you dread. So it seems to have those wonderful times of freedom you have to pass through the fire of awfulness first. Le sigh.
One small upside is that Mel and I are exercising somewhat regularly. We went running yesterday and have been doing crunches, push-ups, arms stuff, etc for the past week. We missed two days, due to a guest sleeping on the couch2 and extreme exhaustion on both of our parts.
And I got my apartment all lined up. Except that it’s a house. Part of one, at least. It’s no more than a block away from here3 and the rent is cheaper, I’ll only have three other people to deal with4, and even though I won’t have a washer or dryer, I’ll get to live in a house! It creaks, it has separate rooms, there are stairs to the downstairs bedroom and it’s just…house-ness. I think all of that will soothe my nerves a terrible lot. It’s been said that once you go to houses, you never go back. I can see why and I don’t even live in one yet.
You’d think with all these extra endorphins running through my system I’d be happier, but apparently I’m not. Maybe the stress felt like increasing at the same rate as the good feelings from my new good habits started to grow.5
Is it wrong to want someone to snuggle with? Is it? Perhaps I’m more aware of my blatant singleness because of the two engaged couples. My room roommate says this apartment is extremely strange in that aspect though, so the excessive stress is somewhat expected.6 She also said that I should ask the guy I asked on a date7 and had fun with to give me a hug or summat. Riiight. First of all, I wouldn’t know how to word it, let alone how awkward that would be. I like hugs to be genuine, not something done because I look horribly desperate and pathetic. Let alone the Bevinitis I have…8
I’d feel like I was just whining unnecessarily if I called home, let alone that I don’t know what to complain about that I haven’t been doing already. And I think I’ve sorta exhausted all the people around me, roomies included. Gah, ice cream doesn’t even help.9 If this is supposed to be a humbling experience I suppose I’m one of those stubborn people who just gosh darn doesn’t want to change. At least I can rant on here. And footnotes are fun. I much prefer them over parentheses.10
It’s great to feel like my world for Tevin is coming together.11 You wouldn’t think making up cultures, religions, costumes, let alone characters, mindsets, and foods would be difficult. But it’s a fun difficult. Different things will come to me here and there, likely because I ponder stuff all the time. It’s a fun passtime between classes. Better than stressing about Victorian era chairs or what color scheme works best in this particular room. Arg, my cow of cutlery…come to me!12
Now that I’m waxing strange…I should stop. Don’t have much else to say, I suppose. Though I haven’t been to FHE in nearing a month. Somehow though…this doesn’t bother me. Is it supposed to?
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1 I have two engaged roommates and one of them has had nearly 5 guests sleep over…seemingly at the same time or all very close to each other. I feel like the “Elms Hotel”. Don’t get me wrong, I love the fiancés to death, just…I’m stressed and tired.
2 We’d only have the bathroom area to exercise in, let alone no music. And that carpet is covered with hair, no matter how much you vacuum or pick up. Ick.
3 Which makes it uber close to campus and things that my roomies like. Hey, I’m all good with house-ness.
4 Something I strongly look forward to. Gah, I hate this “Hotel Syndrome”.
5 Apparently I’m doomed to be at a constant rate of miserable.
6 At least that means I’m not overreacting too much, right? Somehow, that doesn’t soothe me much…
7 And hasn’t asked me out since…I wonder what this means. Hm.
8 Shortly put, a guy who flirted, used, put me on hold and now would still like to think we’re buddy-buddy. Uh huh…
9 And that is a greatly huge, monstrously huge problem. What is the world coming to?
10 They’re funner and ten times easier to spell. Double bonus!
11 Yet another story…yeah. I’ve got loads more too.
12 Yes, yes. The aforementioned brown cow. He’s a fun guy.
13 I hate my word processor…the footnotes wouldn’t transfer over. *grumble grumble*