| Sunday March 24th 2002 Great news about the apartment hunt; turns out the building I used to live at near downtown has an 1-bedroom opening, and I'm lining up to see it probably on Tuesday. Really sucks they wouldn't invite me to drop by tomorrow but I guess everybody has their days off. This ties into the whole thing I was talking about, about how everybody forgets how many others are working normal business hours too .. but anyway ... really looking forward to this, and unless this particular apartment turns out to be a total dump I'm taking it. I already know the area, the neighbours (the ones that didn't move out too, anyway), all that stuff; so I'm pretty excited about this. Made an idiot of myself on the phone talking to the landlord though; hate it when I do that. I can be pretty bad on the phone unless I plan out what I'm going to say ahead of time - it's that bad. Don't know why it happens to me, it just does. So I keep waiting for him to say something, he waits for me - he was bad too, = twice as bad a phone conversation. Anyway, he's obviously new at this landlord thing and I've obviously convinced him I'm an idiot, but he's willing to give me a look at it anyway so everything's cool. For the first time, I'll be running my living space entirely the way I want. The furniture goes here, the pictures hang there, this closet is going to be organized that way, etc. And surprisingly I have no lack of confidence I can entirely pull this off, despite my lack of experience with living alone. This is a really good thing for me to be doing. I should make an effort to stop trying to sound like a hip teenager now. I was just visiting Absolut Chrissy again after I saw she signed my guestbook (which is an example you should all be following, svp!), and her writing style was infectious, sorry. She has a pretty damn funny story about using a fake ID. Felt kind of weird to read about someone sneaking into a bar using an ID that claims they were born in '73. I was born in '73 myself, but I wouldn't go near a bar like that. I wouldn't even drive through the neighbourhood. Different lives; it's what makes reading personal Internet sites so cool. You step out of yourself for a while and become someone else, seeing life through their eyes. You can live vicariously, see all the 'what-ifs' being played out. What if I were younger/older? What if I were born here or there instead of where I was? Find out. |