Things to which I look forward

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I’ve gotten it in my head that I want to have my own place by 2010. I havent decided WHEN in 2010, but definitely before it’s through. I demand that I live at least two whole years by myself before e all freeze over in 2012 with the world decides to flip over and tan from another angle.

Here is a list of things I look forward to when I have my own place. Surely this list will have additions here and there throughout the blog, but these are the few things I can think of just based on this morning.

1. QUIET. I very much look forward to some quiet, silence, non-disruption of the absence of noise. My house had 5 people in it, 6 now that my grandmother is visiting. One is a war obsessed, clown-like kid. Meaning he runs around the house playing out war scenes, shooting his guns, and yelling combat instructions to his invisible but very large (partially deaf) battalion. The other is an actually partially deaf old man who refuses to wearing hearing aids or the wireless headphones we got him. He watches TV from 6pm to 12am. Even the neighbors can hear it. The other two are my mother and father who, due to obvious reasons need to yell at each other to talk if they’re anywhere near the living room. My grandmother plays with my brother. Her battalion is bigger and deafer than his.
2. My bedroom looking like a bedroom, not a storage facility. I love books. I have three book shelves in my bedroom. I also a full sized bedroom set (full bed, two night stands, dresser with mirror, head rest, foot rest, the whole deal. I also have a TV and printer for my laptop. I also like to keep items that remind me of nice memories. For example, I still have the cup and corsage from my prom, the flowers I held for the first wedding I walked, the mai tai cup from dinner at my one year anniversary with The Boyfriend, picture frames, and a few other things I’ve “borrowed” from places during dares with friends (such as cups from Johnny Rockets, drawings from Starbucks…. stuff like that) When I have my own place my bedroom will have just the bedroom stuff. The books and crap keepsakes can be in the other bedroom, the office room. This way when I get home, get into bed, and try to sleep, I wont feel like everything might land on me.
3. Closet space. Speaks for itself. Volumes.
4. Access to a couch. Any couch. MY couch. I don’t get home till 9pm, or later, each night. I would love to sit on a comfortable, maybe even reclinable couch with a glass of wine and some cheese to watch some brain numbing TV like CSI or Grey’s Anatomy on DVR. (Which is naturally on this list without needing to be named) Since my grandfather is glued to the TV and I cant handle the news (or the TV yelling at me) I have to go to my room. There is no eating in my room (a rule I implemented myself for sanitation purposes) and my mom doesn’t like alcohol in the house. No cheese. No wine.
5. Stuff not having a mind of its own and actually being where I left it. I can’t even imagine what it’s going to be like when I’m in need of something like scissors and know exactly where to find them. Can you imagine needing to… let’s say, staple something and actually having it stapled in less than 15 minutes? Holy crap! Oooh I have chills just thinking about it!
6. Nakedness. Naked. Na.Ked. I hate clothes. I’m always naked in my room. I hate that I always have to put something on to step outside to get a drink or go pee and then I have to take it off again when I’m back in my room only to put it back on because I left the glass of water on the counter. Yeah I know, I’m lazy. Shut up. The point is, I can’t wait till I can just prance in god’s intended human nakedness all over my place.      Eating cheese.      Drunk or otherwise.       But surely naked.

There are more. I’m sure. I haven’t thought of them yet. But I can feel them!! Hmm…. I can’t wait.

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