So, I found out, that I've got the house.
I'm so happy, I can't even put it into words. I love this house. The moment I walked into I knew I wanted it. I can't believe, I'm going to own a house. My family is poor, and no one has ever owned anything other than maybe a car or two. But a whole house, it's just amazing. I'm at a loss for words. And if you know me, you know that doesn't happen to much. And if you don't know me, well I just told you that it doesn't happen often. Going to a little local show tonight. I've only heard one of the bands. But hey, got to try something new every now and then. Besides, I'm going with my new spiffy friend Jay, and he's taste in music has been great so far. So I don't think he would take me to listen to something that was crap. I just hope I don't run into the ex.... It's just a big pain in the ass. I have no problems with him. In fact I kinda wish we could be friends still. It's just that he always thinks I'm up to something and trying to get him back. I'm sorry, I did love you, but you fucked me over way to many times, for me to ever want you again. But he still things anytime we run into each other in public that I'm going to do something. It's not like I'm going to run over and hit him in the face or anything. You think if you were with someone for 3 years they would know you better than that. But whatever, it's not worth my time and worry.

scott:
that's awesome... i'm trying to get our landlord to sell us this house. it's funny, all of a sudden when the thought of owning a place comes to play, all these plans start circling around... i could do THIS! or THIS! or THIS!... the wonderful thing is that you can!