apartment

I'm checking stuff out about apartments (it is simply something I do, not actually looking to move) and of course I check out the dog information. This one place allows dogs, except the following breeds:

Pit Bull, Bull Mastiff, Chow Chow, Doberman Pinscher, German Shepherd, Mastiff, Rottweiler and Chihuahua.

Chihuahuas!!! They certainly are vicious.

circular

Days like today. And, well, some of last week as well. I'm feeling depressed, so I don't do my normal stuff as much as I normally do (reading as much of scriptures, not conversing with God so much as merely talking to Him). Or is it that I am not doing my normal stuff and thus am depressed? Either way, no fun. To top it all off I haven't seen my friends for an entire week! (Okay, so it hasn't been an entire week, but it feels like a month. And I have seen Whit, but only briefly as she has been running off to work.)

Point is, I need to get back on track. Perhaps FHE tomorrow will help (being surrounded by people at a church function). If, that is, I can motivate myself to go.

Do you ever just feel that life is great, for no apparent reason? That is how I am feeling at the moment. My work hours are being cut. Less time with Eliza :( But she will love spending more time with her mommy, and she will be starting preschool pretty soon anyway. This also means that I have signed up for three classes instead of just one. Interesting how I couldn't figure out which class to take, then I was told I would have tons of free time, and then it was incredibly easy to figure out which classes to take. I'm really excited because my schedule allows for FHE and one night of tutoring to be attended. Quite rare, but fabulous.

The whole point of all this: life is good, and getting better.

Do they make secure blankets?

I love this show, but I get incredibly scared when I watch it. The stupid music is so tense. Thing is though, I wish there was someone here so I wasn't so scared. Or at least to have someone to show/share my fear to/with.

Oh man. Why won't any of my roommates come home and sit with me while I squeeze the life out of them? Or at least their arm. I guess this is what happens when the mutt dies. Can't have a body that chooses to be with me at all times, and therefore I am deprived of my constant security blanket.

Perhaps I ought to get a real blanket.

Alone

Why is it in this society that we think being alone is bad? I am not referring to single, a state of no dates, uncourted, et cetera. Nor am I referring to a lack of friends, a social misfit, an emptiness, again - et cetera. I am referring to simply, alone. Solitary. Momentarily isolated.

How is it that having some time to oneself has turned into something that must be remedied? Is it merely that we do not as humans have it naturally within ourselves to conceive of people's feelings or thoughts differing from our own? Or do we somehow see socialization as a means of propagating the species and therefore not only desirable but required? (That last bit is only meant to suggest an explanation for why we feel compelled to be social when we are unwed. We should certainly not feel compelled to socialize with the purpose of finding a mate upon matrimony. That would be awkward. And grounds for divorce.)

Sometimes I wonder why my roommates pester me about getting out of the house and seeing other friends when I am perfectly content to be alone. Yet I have concerns about a friend of mine who doesn't get out much. What circular silliness. I guess the real quandary is how do we single people who prefer to be isolated on occasion find a balance between that aloneness which is comfortable and refreshing, and being with friends out and about, which is necessary (albeit taxing at times) in order to ensure that the word alone does not imply a lack of potential wedded bliss?

On another note. Why do I have such a difficult time with the english language?