"Alone Time"
[Music || Donna Lewis, "I Love You Always Forever"]
I remember when I went back to talk to Mme Arscott, she was telling me about her sharing an apartment during college experience. I recall she said discussed to her room mate from the get-go about how she needed time alone every once in a while. That's how I feel too.
I love to interact with others, but not all the time. It was difficult sharing a room this semester because at times, I need my own space... to just be. This weekend, my roomie went home for the weekend and I took advantage of the Friday to just loft around and watch "Beautiful Life" (ohmifkword is it as good as ever). I took a 2 p.m. - 6 p.m. nap. It wasn't a fun thing since I hate the drowsy after effects from resting too long.
Next year, I will most likely be sharing a town house with three other room mates. I do get my own room, which I'm kind of happy about. I might also cut short summer by two months to try and take summer school up here.. but I'm not sure if the college is offering it with the budget cuts and all. Eh.. Hopefully, my parents trust and allow me to drive up here so if I have a long weekend, I'll try to head down to LA to lounge with Helen, Ali, and the lot.
Yeah, so on Thursday, we kinda signed our life away for a year. We put the town house on hold.. and it's literally, LITERALLY 5 seconds walking distance from the school. I'm betting it's a noisy location, but it's convenient. I, being the skeptical one, kept asking the landlord guy about the crime rates and if there were murders in the apartment village. I had to be sure, I mean... I saw stuff like that on "Beyond Belief" where the unrest stay and haunt the current residents. Anyway, he showed us the three townhouses which were cheaper than usual because they were owned by the school. The houses were numbered: 4, 14, and 20. I liked "4" but not the number. It's a Chinese thing, y'know.. "4" means death. Of course, no one else chose that one. I didn't care so much for "14" but there was the "4" in it. Overall, my room mates liked "20" so it was a good number after all. I don't think they understood how important a house number is. It can't be "4" or "13," you know.. Bad stuff.
The rooms are all unfurnished. Not only is this going to be more expensive (I know it will despite the rent being cheaper), but I will have to decorate it myself. I want something simple to make the room like roomy.
Right now, I'm blogging this cos I'm waiting for 10:30 a.m. to roll around so I can head off to brunch. Afterwards, I'm going to bury myself in the library to pound the new Biology material into my brain. I need to pass the big exam on Monday and then I can breathe a little. Just a little. There's still more work on the way, including stuff I have to fulfill for a paper which I have to do during spring break.
Everything is quite a whirlwind. That reminds me, I have to purchase "The Brother Grimm's Fairy Tales" for my class.
Thursday kinda sucked. I said "kinda" because I did so well on my "Scrapbooking" speech and I scored a good 88 on my "Fables & Tales" midterm. Then I lost the scrapbook page I stuck onto my poster.. I worked so hard on that thing and it's irreplacable cos it had one of a kind items! I can't believe it just fell off somewhere.. I looked so hard for it back. I bet someone threw it away or something. It's too heartbreaking to think. That page has sentimental value. Argh.
Oh well, live and learn. Next time, I'll put the valuables in my backpack. I had a feeling, a gut feeling, that I was going to lose it. Why didn't I listen to my intuition like Jewel?
[Music || Donna Lewis, "I Love You Always Forever"]
I remember when I went back to talk to Mme Arscott, she was telling me about her sharing an apartment during college experience. I recall she said discussed to her room mate from the get-go about how she needed time alone every once in a while. That's how I feel too.
I love to interact with others, but not all the time. It was difficult sharing a room this semester because at times, I need my own space... to just be. This weekend, my roomie went home for the weekend and I took advantage of the Friday to just loft around and watch "Beautiful Life" (ohmifkword is it as good as ever). I took a 2 p.m. - 6 p.m. nap. It wasn't a fun thing since I hate the drowsy after effects from resting too long.
Next year, I will most likely be sharing a town house with three other room mates. I do get my own room, which I'm kind of happy about. I might also cut short summer by two months to try and take summer school up here.. but I'm not sure if the college is offering it with the budget cuts and all. Eh.. Hopefully, my parents trust and allow me to drive up here so if I have a long weekend, I'll try to head down to LA to lounge with Helen, Ali, and the lot.
Yeah, so on Thursday, we kinda signed our life away for a year. We put the town house on hold.. and it's literally, LITERALLY 5 seconds walking distance from the school. I'm betting it's a noisy location, but it's convenient. I, being the skeptical one, kept asking the landlord guy about the crime rates and if there were murders in the apartment village. I had to be sure, I mean... I saw stuff like that on "Beyond Belief" where the unrest stay and haunt the current residents. Anyway, he showed us the three townhouses which were cheaper than usual because they were owned by the school. The houses were numbered: 4, 14, and 20. I liked "4" but not the number. It's a Chinese thing, y'know.. "4" means death. Of course, no one else chose that one. I didn't care so much for "14" but there was the "4" in it. Overall, my room mates liked "20" so it was a good number after all. I don't think they understood how important a house number is. It can't be "4" or "13," you know.. Bad stuff.
The rooms are all unfurnished. Not only is this going to be more expensive (I know it will despite the rent being cheaper), but I will have to decorate it myself. I want something simple to make the room like roomy.
Right now, I'm blogging this cos I'm waiting for 10:30 a.m. to roll around so I can head off to brunch. Afterwards, I'm going to bury myself in the library to pound the new Biology material into my brain. I need to pass the big exam on Monday and then I can breathe a little. Just a little. There's still more work on the way, including stuff I have to fulfill for a paper which I have to do during spring break.
Everything is quite a whirlwind. That reminds me, I have to purchase "The Brother Grimm's Fairy Tales" for my class.
Thursday kinda sucked. I said "kinda" because I did so well on my "Scrapbooking" speech and I scored a good 88 on my "Fables & Tales" midterm. Then I lost the scrapbook page I stuck onto my poster.. I worked so hard on that thing and it's irreplacable cos it had one of a kind items! I can't believe it just fell off somewhere.. I looked so hard for it back. I bet someone threw it away or something. It's too heartbreaking to think. That page has sentimental value. Argh.
Oh well, live and learn. Next time, I'll put the valuables in my backpack. I had a feeling, a gut feeling, that I was going to lose it. Why didn't I listen to my intuition like Jewel?
