Lenora

Whatsername
2005-02-28 04:53:49 (UTC)

Blah

Not much to do, not much to say.

Still waiting for next Saturday. Time is crawling. Ick.

Keep trying to find a new place. Might be able to stay in
my old boss' basement. I'd seen he put an ad in the paper,
but it sounds like my old roommate is going to get to it
first. Kind of sucks, because I've stayed there before and
it's pretty nice. (Crashing at your old boss' house after
your eighteenth birthday - when you weren't even working
there anymore at the time. How many people can say they've
done that? Then again, how many would want to?) It also
makes me wonder about the current tenant. Kinda wondering
about where he's at. He was cool to hang out with.

The band's playing. Yes, my roommates have a band. (It's
almost cliche to say that.) They're actually not bad, so I
don't mind too much. The bass player is currently driving
me nuts (not neccessarily in a bad way). He's a
photographer, and so am I. He came up to me the last time
they were practising and said that we had to go take
pictures sometime. I wonder if a guy would actually ask a
chick to go out sometime and take pictures without agenda.
I mean, sure, we'll talk photos while you're here with my
roommate, and if ya wanted to borrow some equipment, ya
sure, even hang out, whatever, but photography I have
always seen as a solo project. I sound like an idiot, I
know, but he's a hottie, (and a photographer, and a
musician, for pete's sake)and that makes me nervous. He
asked me for my plans one day (nothing, of course) and
told me I had to go see them play, which is
understandable. It had to be him, though, didn't it? And
he might move in. *sigh*

Finally, a day off work. It feels sooooooooo good.
mmmmmm. . . .




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