hahaha. oh god. tales from room-mate-dom:

so tonight one of my 3 roomates (the one i get along with) wandered into the kitchen while i was doing dishes and asked how i was doing. one story led to another and she ended up getting a 15 minute synopis of my life over the last month. quitting choir, silly drunken escapades, complete lack of social interaction etc. moral of the story being that i've had a kind of crazy month, but that everything's basically fine.

after which she came into my room and said that she felt like she should let our other roomate know that i was ok, as apparently they had been discussing whether or not i was doing alright. apparently the fact that i was hermiting in my room with 7 seasons of Buffy led her to think i needed a suicide watch.

it's sort of sweet that they were worried about me, as we're pretty much strangers who've been thrown together by the university for 8 months, but it's a little sad that relatively normal behaviour for me qualifies as suicidally depressed for others.


but for the most part i've been feeling nifty better lately.

i was a hermit hiding in my room for a few weeks there - i wasn't depressed or miserable like i was this summer, just so unbelievably confused. an attack of post-adolescent identity crisis i suppose.
but lately i'm feeling a little calmer, a little less likely to have a panic attack if forced to hold a normal human conversation. i might even karoke next week!

later alligators