Sunday, February 27, 2005

Day 5 - Nowhere to Run


When you're at this stage of sickness, you're still miserable, but you can do things. I tried going out on Friday night (big mistake) and my cold came back full-force yesterday. So I was left lying on the couch most of the day, coughing every few seconds and watching the America's Next Top Model marathon on VH1.

Man, I'm addicted to that show. I don't want to be a model. I don't care one way or another about people who are models. I don't really understand fashion and why someone would invest so much time and money in it. But for some reason, this show was the most interesting thing I could find on the 200-and-something channels we have.

Besides my beloved idiot-box, my other source of entertainment came from my roommates and their people coming and going all day.

I didn't used to be a roommate-person. I preferred living alone and the quiet that went with it. If I wanted to see people, I would make plans to go out. Many times I didn't, so I would enjoy the time to myself.

Such is not the case, especially now that I'm sick. In general, I enjoy having people in the house, blasting their sounds and cooking their dinners. Now that I don't have to worry about studying or anything important outside of work, I say, "Bring it on!" It beats watching TV by yourself for hours.

That's not to say I have ass-wild roommates and friends. (But doesn't it seem like every girl thinks her own group of friends is the wildest in the world? Pretty annoying...) I just like having people in the house, almost to the point where I feel really weird if I spend the night in the house alone.

So, I want to have roommates forever. Gus thinks that's creepy. He doesn't want to be 30 and still renting his house out to people. But since we don't need the extra space the same way we need to clean and/or decorate the space we have now, I think we should forego the excess and enjoy the fellowship.



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