and that lead to new sponges. which somehow, led to new lightbulbs. and it's nice to know that i don't have to put on those awful bright lights in the kitchen when i want a glass of cranberry juice in the middle of the night and wake up everyone in the world with the intensity of its luminosity.

i'm looking forward to new beginnings at this four bedroom, punk rock house with the alice-in-wonderland door frames all crooked and the floor that dips and meets at a space near the stove. i like the little white room with two windows and weird architecture not only because i know the boy living in it right now (and his acrylic paints and artwork are everywhere, so if i believed in good karma, he definitely will pass it on to me despite his veraciousness with flirting with girls but anyways) it's 285 a month. each. heat and hot water included. and like. that's amazing. i'm paying 387ish right now, and that's not including utilities, and despite the fact that my apartment is posh like whoa, the shit with the landlord has been too much for me to want to renew it.

PLUS the idea of living with beth and bee (and sarah is a maybe, and jen from texas mentioned she wants to live with me too so it would be a doll house in the truest sense) and i don't know. there's something about chipped white windowpanes that makes my heart melt. it's possibly that farmhouse yearning that i always have and maybe it's just because i like a place with character instead of coldness, like most things i suppose. so hopefully this will all work out nicely. because i had a good feeling about this. and i still have it, lingering.

it's 1.41am and i skipped classes today to sleep late. which means i can't let that happen again today. so i think i'm going to go read a little and hope bethany doesn't scream in her sleep like she did the other night and make me almost pee my pants from fright.

xo.

prove me wrong.