The school year is grimly inching towards us–especially for those of us who have to pay for the own bills now– and I’m trying to psychologically prepare myself before I move into my first apartment…with actual roommates that I barely know.
It’s just weird. Like…whoa. I can’t even imagine what it’s going to be like. It’s one of those things you just have to experience.
Like kissing. You’ll never know until you’ve kissed someone.
I still don’t know…unless being kissed by my three-year old niece counts? Maybe I’ll save my first kiss till marriage? That sounds like a challenge. I could probably do it too. I’m not a huge fan of physical affection.
Anyway! Back to whatever it was I was blabbering about. Oh yah, apartment.
So I don’t know what I need to live in my apartment other than food. Food is required for survival. Ha, ha…okay honestly, I don’t know if there is anything I need to purchase beforehand? I’m sure my parents have some idea of what I need but I don’t got a single clue Scooby Doo.
I just hope that this year I can master making friends and that I get along well with my roommates. I think that my job has seriously helped me overcome my shyness. In the past I’ve always had a hard time approaching people but now I seem to be able to make small talk with people who I barely know. I hope that I can apply this outside of my work environment. I’ve always wished I could become more social. Last year I was extremely lonely…like extremely. That is no way to spend your first year away from home. I had a lot of friends the first month of school and then they all got busy…or just didn’t care to get together after orientation week (oh well). At least I’m someone who enjoys being alone. Although it made it extremely hard for me to work on my novel because I was feeling unmotivated due to my lack of social interaction. This year my goal is to make some really good friends. I wanna meet cool, fun, smart people. People who like to be themselves and won’t judge me because I have cartoon characters on my socks… and who won’t assume I’m an otaku because I like manga and anime. My best friend growing up is from Japan. He lives in Japan. He got me stuff from Japan. I got into anime. I picked up a few words. That’s it. I’m not an otaku. I know that being an otaku is an insult. I ain’t stupid.
I don’t know why I went on about that. This post is pretty random. I’ll end things here just to prevent anymore weirdness.
Alright, bye for now!
P.S I know that blabbering isn’t a word but it totally should be.