A good night

I had a pretty good night last night; I was going to go to the library for my usual pointless internet fun (witness my current state), and I noticed a friend's light on as I walked. I decided to go spend some time with humans instead of machines, so I visited, and found a couple of folks watching "Howl's Moving Castle" which I couldn't really get into seeing's as I'd missed the first 7/8 of the thing. But it was weird and god do I love weird movies. A good portion of my life is spent watching weird movies by myself so any chance to do so with others is almost a thrill. Then I walked back through the building and had a nice chat with my old roommate, who I have complained about on many occasions, but she can be kind of thoughtful. She remembers everything I tell her and asks me about it, even if she doesn't really understand what was going through my head about it. For example, she'll be like, "Did you decide to move to Des Moines? Did you like the teachers? Did you find any place to live? How about that guy? Are you still talking to him?" It's nice to have someone remember stuff you've mentioned. I tried to return the favor and ask her about the farm where she volunteers and her job that she hates.

Another happy moment happened today when my new roommate tried to scare me when I was poking around in the fridge. She came up beside me and was like, "BOOO!" and I just turned around and gave her a weird look. She's not very sneaky, but otherwise a really fun person. I almost went with her last weekend to get a tattoo, but her friend (who was going to give her a tattoo for free) was busy when we went, so we just ended up sitting in the kitchen talking all night.

Anyway, I guess I'm trying to paint a picture of the dysfunctional family that makes up the house-and-adjoining-apartments where I live. There's an eccentric 30-something guy who leaves everybody notes and bizarre presents (he showed up at my house one day with a drugstore keychain that said "Kimberly"). There's an agorophobic guy who is always ready to tell you his latest adventures in playing Final Fantasy. There's a wacky garden with herbs, random wildflowers, strawberries, and the BIGGEST DANDELION ON EARTH. There's homeless guys that show up randomly (one guy ran into the wall next to my kitchen the other day. He collapsed against it and fell asleep half propped on it, forty of malt liquor in his hand. I'm so jaded that I just checked to see if he seemed to be ok, and went back to eating my sandwich). Anyway, what I'm saying is, I'm slowly getting a social foothold in this town, but now I'm pulling myself out of it. Can I really handle uprooting again?