Avoidable

I probably could avoid these long, drawn out updates if I would just update more often. Oh well.

Since the last time I blogged (aside from my one-liner about waterworks), I moved into a studio apartment! I decided on the very first studio I saw, located on Main Street in downtown LA. It's a converted, old hotel from the '20s, I think. The Rosslyn. It finished renovation this past spring and people started moving in around June/July, so it's fairly new. I'm the first person to live in my unit, which is pretty exciting. It's got this exposed brick wall with a great, huge window. It's pretty minimalistic, it's got one closet and a full bathroom. My "kitchen" consists of a mini-kitchenette with a mini-fridge, sink and 2 burners. It's perfect for just one person. I bought some furniture at IKEA and set it all up on Friday night, the same night I moved in. I had trouble with putting together the sofa bed and I couldn't have done it without Kenny. We were vid chatting and he found the IKEA instructions online and walked me through it. Probably one of the sweetest things anyone has ever done for me. Here is a picture (sorry, my room's messy) of my place:

Since then, I've been sort of unpacking, but I don't really see what the rush is. I want to decorate, but I don't want to go overboard just yet. Plus, I need to remember I need to SAVE MONEY before I can go buckwild. I'm working a lot, this week I've got 33 hours.

Living in the city is LOUD. Good thing I'm usually pretty knocked out at night, however, the police sirens and random yelling on the street, though entertaining, can disrupt my sleep.

Last night, I was a bit upset and couldn't sleep. I tossed and turned most/all of the night with added spurts of crying. It's hard to live alone, it's so lonely. I also feel like the universe (or higher power) doesn't want things to work out between me and K. Obstacles just keep getting in the way, whether it be time, convenience, other people...it just seems like it's an on-going wave of struggles. I had dreams (nightmares? Is that too dramatic?) of even more things happening, conversations with various people...just a lot of disappointing things. I've always been hopeful that dreams do come true (sorry, that was lame), but I would hate for last night's to become reality. I know that dreams are just your subconscious thoughts, and not necessarily the truth...ugh, but still. It's like when you have a dream about somebody and then you spend some of the next day thinking about them randomly.

I don't even know what I'm talking about anymore.

- J.