Plotting against my landlord....

So, my roommate springs on me that she's moving out.
Ok, so i can't really say she sprung it on me; she hasn't had a real job since i moved in with her in August. But the fact of the matter is that she needs to be gone, no more rent or bills after February.
This left me with the very streesful and distasteful task of looking for a new roommate. After talking to so many the last time i looked, it was hard to force myself to even start looking.
But it seems my life has hit enough lows in the last couple of months that it finally decided i deserved a little luck.
On my second day of looking i ran across an ad of someone looking for another roommate to search for an apartment with. I even titled my email as "This may be a long shot".
It seems that we're well suited for eachother. And she pointed out a few things, like for instance that i'm paying 300 more a month than the going lease right now. >:
So now with advice from several sources, we've hatched a plan. Now we're going to see what the landlord thinks tonight. On the plus side of this plan, if it works (based on what they've told me, it will) i'll be saving that 300 a month.

Once upon a time...Anne couldn't stop drawing

Once upon a time, before Anne's parents refused to pay for an art degree, Anne took a charcoal drawing class. Before the first day of class, Anne had never picked up a piece of drawing charcoal before. On that first day, the teacher decided that Anne would do just fine in the class. She loved the class, arriving early and easily applying the new techniques she learned. And when the class was over, she was sad. But she kept everything from the class...even just the exercises. And when she ran across them this weekend, she pulled them all out and studied them, remembering her delight and awe as she held each sheet that contained a part of her soul. Her hands began to itch anew to pick up charcoal again.

See why?

My roommate's cat and I

This is totally how it is:



Artwork courtesy of The Devil's Panties, a webcomic by Jennie Breeden.

Getting my kicks while i'm young enough to get 'em

This will probably be one of my more cryptic posts.
I left the tv on while i did laundry and cleaned my appartment not really paying attention to it. Before long the movie I had been watching, gave way to Greese, the classic musical.
One part of the movie caught my attention. Rizzo, upon discovering that the guys are calling to them, climbs down the trellis to join them saying in her defense to the other girls; "gonna get my kicks while i'm still young enough to get them"
It reminded me that life is so short. Shorter still for others who really deserve to have longer lives but are cut off by disease, violence, or accidents. And those who are lucky enough to survive longer, often look back on their lives and wonder what could have happend?
Why is it so hard, to just enjoy life, all by it's pretty little self, anymore?

I found this quote several years ago, and it seems to make more sense now, than ever before.

When I let go of what I am, I become what I may be.

Thanks Becca, you reminded me to delete my LJ

Good riddance. My LiveJournal is gone, deleted forever, won't be comming back.
Enough with the emo posting and whining, and complaining about how awful life is. It's life! Deal with it.
I never fit in with the LJ community and don't ever care to. While I've always enjoyed blogging more to spread the "for shits and giggles" mentality i have with blogs that mostly have a more positive spin to them.
I've graduated from LJ. A link to my Blogspot is posted.
Goodbye LJ-ers.