2007-12-13 - 9:42 p.m.
I'm going to live there because it's cheap and I'm lazy. And that's that.

That stupid boy is very stupid. We just exchange a(nother) round of "what are you doing?" "nothing, what are you doing?" "nothing" text messages.

I am so glad we're both doing nothing right now. Really. It's good that we've established that.

Also, I hate text messaging. I'm not good at it, it takes me forever and it laughs in the face of good grammar and proper spelling! Pry does not equal probably, people! Vowels are important things. I love vowels!

Whatever, that stupid boy. Whatever.

In other news, I visited the place I shall be living next semester. Decent neighborhood, awesome price and um, shall we say interesting roommates. One is J, whom I've lived with before and know I can tolerate and one is J's cousin, Butterscotch.

Butterscotch is an interesting fellow. Interesting because while I would swear he was gay if he didn't have a girlfriend, he's a chauvinist. We actually got into last night, over our chicken, rice and Cosmopolitans, about women in the work place. He doesn't like dual income families! The problem with today's youth is that their mother's work! But being a teacher is good, because that schedule is conducive to raising children.

Oh, good. I'm glad you approve, Butterscotch, because that's precisely why I'm going into this profession.

I wanted to throw my uterus at him. Here! You have it! I don't want it, it's only getting in my way.

Okay, that's not feminist right there. I should love my uterus and my vagina and whatnot. But I refuse to be defined or limited by my gender or my ability to bear children.

So, Butterscotch and I are probably going to have some words/come to blows at some point. Most likely in the month that he and I are living together and J is not there. He and J have bedrooms on the first floor, he has a basement office and I have the entire attic to myself.

So, we probably won't even run into each other that much, if I'm up in my attic and he's down in the basement.

All in all, I think he's a nice guy at his core who is doing a good thing by letting me live at his house for a flat 250 a month rate (God, it's practically FREE!). He's just conservative is all. I don't like the way he was talking about his girlfriend (either she's on the way out or he really is a chauvinist asshole. He really looks down on her), but we just won't talk about gender or politics. Never mind that both of those things came up during our hour long dinner last night.

Again, I say whatever.