Not Exactly What I Meant to Talk About, But That's Okay.

So, it's been two weeks since I've last been home.  Not long I know, but long if you have to live with roommates who don't clean up after themselves leaving you dying in a toxic wasteland of an apartment...I'd say it's not really that bad, but I kind of wonder how much I'd feel like I'm lying to you.

Honestly, it might sound ridiculous, but living with girls is not as awesome as you'd think.  Mind you, I've never really liked girls.  Being a girl myself, I still prefer to have guy friends.  They're a lot more straight forward.  I mean, if something is bugging them, they'll come right out and say it.  Girls?  Oh no, no, no.  They'll hide it and just maybe ignore you all day or something, I don't know.

You'd think they'd be cleaner too, but NOPE.  There's always dishes in the sink, on the kitchen table, trash everywhere...I can't even eat on the kitchen table anymore.  I have to bring my food into my bedroom if I ever want to eat where it doesn't smell like the rotting food from the stupid little filter we have for the drain.

ANYWAY, getting to what I really meant to start talking about.  I'm FINALLY home for the holidays!  4 months gone, 4 more to go.  Yes, I am counting down until I get to move out.  I REALLY don't like living in that apartment...if anything, next year, I want to live with my friends or alone.  At least I know my friends clean after themselves and I actually get along with them.  They aren't the girliest things in the world.  That really killed me about these roommates.  But my friends, we met over the summer, living with them was the best!

...Wow...I'm deviating from what I want to talk about a LOT...yeah, so home after 2 weeks of Hell which was kindly interrupted by one of my best friends at school, Nicole!  She had me over for the weekend, and it was awesome.  Definitely different considering I've been home every week.  But now that I am home, it feels so...strange.  Like I'm more of a guest here.

I don't know if I like living away from home or not.  The two weeks I was away with my university friends was bliss.  I found home really restricting before that, but you know, that's kind of how it is.  But then, moving out means more freedom, and as cliché as it is, with more freedom comes more responsibility.  Moving out for the school year was BLOODY HELL in comparison.  Different roommates, different habits, all girls.  Again, I stress my dislike for girls.  The girls I hang around with, are not THE girliest, and even the one that is, isn't annoying in that stupid girly sort of way.  By "stupid girly," I legitimately mean stupid and girly.  I can't STAND my roommates...

Anyway...this is getting really ranty, and I apologize.  I will stop now.

More to come,

Dusk