Artemis

I'm frustrated with my roommate situation. I knew when moving in with a 20 year old female there would be some challenges, but we got along great and enjoyed each other's company and neither of us like to do dishes, so I thought everything else would work itself out. Wrong. Since living with her, well, let's see. It started out well. If she got drunk somewhere, she wouldn't come home because she knew how much I don't like taking care of drunk people (occasionally is fine, but not all the fricken time). In fact, she really brought me out of my shell. All the people she hangs out with and hence, I started to hang out with, are younger, aging 17 (yes, still in high school) to almost 24. Who cares though, right? I mean, the oldest age people guess me at anyway is 22, so I fit right in. There were some adventures that made me feel alive, like driving down to Bozeman in a convertible with the top down in October, so it was a bit cold, but so much fun. There was a bonfire ...

There's plenty going on in my life, yet at the same time not really anything at all. Which is why I never feel inspired to write. Sorry folks, I'm boring. Of course I can always talk about my upcoming nephew, only about 14 1/2 weeks until he'll be here! I can't contain my excitement, yet I'll be talking about him plenty in the future, so I'll let the Mama-to-be write about the pregnancy on her blog and save all my writing about it for when he's FINALLY here! And trust me, you won't shut me up about it then, and pictures will definitely be posted. Until then, I'll write about nothing important, as this entry proves.

I suppose I should follow the lead of my sisters' and get my ass blogging again. It was hard with the lack of internet for the past year, but I have more access to it now. So I'll do my best peeps. Now, let me think of what to write and get back to you.