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From Beneath My Rock...
Feb. 26th, 2006 08:45 pmI was actually productive this weekend, getting a lot of things in order around the house and doing some massive unpacking. The unpacking is, mostly, on hold now. I can't go much further until I acquire some more bookshelves. So--
(This LJ entry interrupted for an important announcement: Genrou just hopped up into my lap to be affectionate. <3 <3 I LOVE MY CAT. He's such a sweetheart.)
--So now I'm into the organizing phase, trying to actually make general neatness of the stuff that is unpacked.
The Captain and GT came by this afternoon, bringing me bountiful gifts of his homemade cornbread and red beans and rice. Between that and the pot roast I made yesterday, I will not have to cook this week. Hooray! They brought me a couple more things from C'ville, and helped me hang pictures in the living room. It's actually starting to look like a place I live - I'm so happy. <3
And then they left, and two hours later my mood plummeted in one of those moments of "oh-my-god, I-don't-have-any-friends-in-town, I-crave-social-contact, what-am-I-doing-with-my-life" panic attacks. I'm pretty sure this is largely due to hormones, but it got me thinking. Hmm. No friends in town. Solution: OMG. GO OUT AND MAKE SOME. *gasp* My train of thought went sort of like this:
"I have neighbors I don't even know. What's up with that? I should go introduce myself. They might be new in town, too."
"BUT WHAT WOULD I SAY? AUGH!"
"Uh, how about, 'Hi, I'm your neighbor, I thought I should introduce myself'???"
"BUT THEY MIGHT BE RAVING PSYCHOPATHIC AXE MURDERERS IN DISGUISE."
"'Stine, LOOK AT your friends. They have swords and polearms and, upon occasion, shotguns in their homes. YOU have swords in your home. If anyone is going to be an axe murderer, it's probably going to be the people with the axes."
"...I have a point there, don't I?"
So that's the plan. Perhaps tomorrow I will actually knock on a door or two and say hello to the people who occupy condos next to mine. Why is it that we move into these tightly-spaced little communities, and then proceed to pretend we're the only ones there, I wonder? I shall try and change this.
Oh, lord. Social contact. *gulp* I'm terrified.
(This LJ entry interrupted for an important announcement: Genrou just hopped up into my lap to be affectionate. <3 <3 I LOVE MY CAT. He's such a sweetheart.)
--So now I'm into the organizing phase, trying to actually make general neatness of the stuff that is unpacked.
The Captain and GT came by this afternoon, bringing me bountiful gifts of his homemade cornbread and red beans and rice. Between that and the pot roast I made yesterday, I will not have to cook this week. Hooray! They brought me a couple more things from C'ville, and helped me hang pictures in the living room. It's actually starting to look like a place I live - I'm so happy. <3
And then they left, and two hours later my mood plummeted in one of those moments of "oh-my-god, I-don't-have-any-friends-in-town, I-crave-social-contact, what-am-I-doing-with-my-life" panic attacks. I'm pretty sure this is largely due to hormones, but it got me thinking. Hmm. No friends in town. Solution: OMG. GO OUT AND MAKE SOME. *gasp* My train of thought went sort of like this:
"I have neighbors I don't even know. What's up with that? I should go introduce myself. They might be new in town, too."
"BUT WHAT WOULD I SAY? AUGH!"
"Uh, how about, 'Hi, I'm your neighbor, I thought I should introduce myself'???"
"BUT THEY MIGHT BE RAVING PSYCHOPATHIC AXE MURDERERS IN DISGUISE."
"'Stine, LOOK AT your friends. They have swords and polearms and, upon occasion, shotguns in their homes. YOU have swords in your home. If anyone is going to be an axe murderer, it's probably going to be the people with the axes."
"...I have a point there, don't I?"
So that's the plan. Perhaps tomorrow I will actually knock on a door or two and say hello to the people who occupy condos next to mine. Why is it that we move into these tightly-spaced little communities, and then proceed to pretend we're the only ones there, I wonder? I shall try and change this.
Oh, lord. Social contact. *gulp* I'm terrified.
