Neurotic

This blog is suppose to be about frivolous fluff... yet my posts seem more neurotic than anything else..
So I shall attempt to talk about something less neurotic.

The past week is somewhat different. My household seems fine but a slight tension lingers in the air.
Ah.. the usual issues over heating, food and toothpaste.

In short, housemate CO (haha, shall explain the initials some day) had pasted a note to request that the heat remains turn on at night. This is not surprising, considering it's winter and it's sometimes -14 degrees outside.. Unfortunately, OF and other housemate OH (haha, OH - Other Housemate, my uncreative mind prevents me from coming up with a creative but un-insulting term. He knows I have a blog.. so.. ) have rooms with heating strips running directly below their beds*, so turning on heat at night will roast these 2 boys in their sleep. To prevent any body or sperm damage, I encouraged/forced/guilt the guys to talk to CO about this issue (complains from the basement, dry air, discomfort.. etc). All seems nice and well, we even offered to share the cost of buying a new heater for CO.

I'm not sure whether this issue is settled. Our offering of carrot cake to CO seems to be accepted rather grudgingly. Perhaps he thought we were going to poison him.

OF was rather upset over the possibility of CO stealing TWO scoops of milo from him.

I didn't like CO stealing my toothpaste. OF and OH felt that he took it by accident. (is probably the case... but it doesn't make me any happier.)

There are also speculations about CO's possible bad pee aiming skills and hairs on the toilet seat.

CO probably hates my TV-watching habit. Too noisy.

So, there's quite a bit of animosity going around. Nothing mean is said to each other, some sarcastic swipes from CO every now and then.

Hm, we all seem to be targeting CO. He stays in the cursed room, we had similar problems with previous housemate who stayed there last year.

But that's all.

Okay, this blog is sounding somewhat neurotic again.




*Yes, they sleep on a mattress on a floor.... we are poor poor students

Blabber blah blah

Hm, sometimes I must decide on what I want to do in life.

I'm getting old.. I feel my bones creaking and stuff... I can no longer stay up late and still feel alive the next days.
Sheesh, my metabolic rate is slowing down.

Anyway, the point is that my body is aging and I'm no longer that keen to explore and try new things. And I'm only 21.

Sometimes I look at the excitement happening in ... more happening places... and I wonder if I would be happier there? Life in Toronto is DULL... Probably due to my pathetic social circle.

There are many thoughts of going away.. to NYC after I graduate. It seems so much more fun. But would I have a social life? Or would it be like Toronto, DULL, COLD and probably more dangerous.

Leaving Toronto means giving up some comforts... OF is still here and I do enjoy having a somewhat permanent comforting? presence and company. But do I want to stay in Toronto forever?

I feel so restricted (wings-are-clipped sort of feeling)... I'm just bored here.

It's a far cry from my much more interesting lifestyle back home...
Does this happen to everyone? Is it what happens when everyone around you is attached and hanging out with their significant other? Is it because everyone is so aged by life that they keep to themselves? Or is it because my social skills have degenerated from the lack of use.

Argh.