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So some new things have been happening... which I hope, in turn, lead me to some novel experiences. I've decided after several weeks of mulling it over, that I will be taking a roommate. I haven't had a roomie in four years, so I was originally turned off by the idea of not living alone. A mutual friend Beth asked me if I would be willing to have her live with me for a few months as a trial - I decided that this would be a good idea. It's money in my pocket that I don't really have to do anything for each month. I have no qualms about discussing things I'm not pleased with (in case it comes up) because it is MY house... it's not like we're sharing an apartment together. I really don't see any issues coming up- she's clean, smart, fun and free-spirited. Also, a little crazy. I like that.

I have befriended a new girl at work named Linny. She's a photography major so we have that in common already. I anticipate weed smoking and good times ahead.

I put an application in for a TSS position (therapeutic staff support) - basically working with kids in a head start program that have behavioral issues. I expect a call some time this week or next for an interview. Putting a resume together was not as much of a pain in the ass as I originally assumed. Oh god, I'm going to be a "young professional".... gross. Being an adult sucks haha

I was crapping around on photoshop and made a few pieces for the website ...







These kept me entertained all of yesterday.

Although I originally approached the idea of having a normal 9-5 with trepidation, I'm actually excited about it now because I am feeling a little bored with my current circumstances. I have too much time off - too much time on my hands. This makes me think about something...I got into an pleasant devil's advocate conversation with a buddy of mine about choices. He thinks that choices DON'T make a person happier. Think about it this way: in the 50's there were only two kinds of jeans. Carpenter and regular. You go to a store and choose one and you're happy with your choice. Now there are literally dozens of different kinds of jeans. You choose one, but you go around the corner and see someone with a seemingly "better" pair and you're no longer happy with your choice. Is it true that too many choices can make you less pleased with your own choices? Do a limitless amount of choices really lead to a feeling like you're spinning? Like no choice that you make will be the "right" choice? I have been pondering this for a while now. I suppose this conversation stuck with me. Makes me wonder if the fact that I have so much time on my hands (a seemingly endless amount of choices for how to spend my time) is actually leading to my feelings of discontent with HOW I'm spending my time.

What a mouth full. Sorry haha

Here are some pictures of my friend Ashley (who is possibly taking my other spare room in August) and my soon-to-be roomie Beth... crazy girls. They seem to like to hair whip. I like them.







Headed to the lake the other day too... it was so beautiful, albeit WAY cold. Worth it.



P.S. Still totally in love with my kitty