It feels so good to have my own room. I have many of my belongings in here. I have a bed to sleep on. I have privacy. I feel better in a way. The nihilism is still somewhere inside me, but I’m not concentrating on it right now. Right now I’m concentrating on all this new stuff I got (well, new to me, they’re 2nd hand), and the beautiful music of Michel Camilo and Tomatito.

I’m taking care of a snake for 3 months, until Chris get’s his own place. I’m about to move to Denton. That part is uncertain. Moving is certain, but what happens after is uncertain. The job situation, money, etc... Plus I’m going to be living in an apartment with metal heads, so I hope I don’t have too much difficulty adjusting. I mean, I was a metal head at one time, and still listen to metal, but I was never much of a partier. I just hope it doesn’t get too out of hand, like too many people staying over all the time, and partying late all the time.

At least I will have my own room. If things do get loud, I can always just go into my own room! I’m emphasizing that because I haven’t had my own room for 10 months! I’ve had to put up with living in a living room, on a couch. So I guess I’m feeling good about that. I’m feeling good.

I’m really hoping I can be social down there, and meet new people. I somehow managed here, but I was also in school, so that helped a lot, because people taking the same classes share the same interest in topic much the time, so that is a talking point right there. I guess since I’m going to get certified to teach, I might have to take some classes, so that is going to help again meeting people. But I also want to try to meet new people outside of school and work, and basically expand my horizons when it comes to that. Step one: talk. Talk my ass off. Even if I don’t know what I’m talking about, just keep on talking. Make stuff up. Lie. Compliment. Joke. Rhyme. etc...

And lastly, I got to meet my newborn niece. She’s beautiful. I haven’t held a baby in a long time, and it was weird holding one. She’s so small. Last baby I (probably) held was my younger sister (18 years ago), and I don’t even remember holding her because I was so young, so it’s possible I never held her. So it was quite an experience, holding another human life in my hands. My brother and I played some music for her, giving her a good start on that. Put on some Sigur Ros, Ulver, Pink Floyd, and other good stuff.

Oh yeah, also Ingmar Bergman is probably my favorite director ever. That’s all.