I'm finally becoming one of those record collectors who can recognize songs that sound "of the era" which aren't common knowledge. For instance, "Sweetheart We Need Each Other." Yay.
So this last week, I looked at an apartment. The neighborhood is nice, the room itself--and it is a studio--well, reminds me of a youth hostel minus the fun of a half dozen interesting people also living out of bags. See for yourself.
At least it reminds me of why I'm moving out. And its not impossible, just it needs a lot of help, and maybe a less dreary wall colour. I have realized that I do want to get a place thats large enough that I can put my bed in, not a futon!
In other news, I am trying not to be on obessive leach upon some dear friends who I love, value greatly for their opinions and themselves, and want to keep in my life. Lets hope that by not leaning on them too often, they'll still be known that they're special and wanted.
I went out tonight for Valentines, or "Singles Awareness Night." Saw a few friends, and made a couple more. At the rate I'm going, it looks like ol' Chris has started to wake up and learn to live! May I just keep this for the rest of this year, and the rest of my life.
