sometimes i wish i were a mad hot krumper

Well things have changed since my last post. I moved out of the cat lady's house like 2 days after I wrote all of that (woohoo!). I moved into a cool little apartment in Oakland - it's kind of small and old but in an ultra-bohemian way. I live in the living room on my air mattress behind the couch. Not ideal, but it's much cheaper that way. I have 2 roommates who are actually around my age - one guy and one girl. The girl and I are pretty good friends - we have a lot of similar tastes in music and tv shows and such. The guy we don't see much. He tends to keep to himself. I like it here.

I'm still flat-ass broke. I absolutely love my job - I still don't make enough to live on. They moved me to an autism specific room working with little kids (3-10). Much busier than I was before, but I love it there and that room reeeeeeeeealy likes me. So that's good.

My car is still slowly dying. One day I woke up to find a flat tire. I put the spare on and took it to a tire place to get it patched right after work (all the while being super proud of myself for my quick work to get it fixed). They told me that the tire was fine, but the rim was damaged. So I had to go to a junkyard to get a new rim. When I went to another tire place to have the tire put on the new rim - they told me the tire was damaged beyond repair. So then I had to take my car to a used tire place and get TWO of the tires replaced. Awesome. And now my brakes are grinding and the belt is still squealing and we'll see how long this lasts.

I finished the last play. People loved me - so that's good. I was told by various people that I was perfect, that I stole the show, and that I had perfect comedic timing. Plus I got to wear huge nerd glasses - so it was all good. The next show I'm auditioning for is a musical and I haven't been working on my audition piece and the audition is saturday. Ugh. I'd better get on that.

Oh yeah. I went out with this guy a couple of times. He was cool, but I didn't really see anything going long term. He, however, seems to feel differently. After our first date he told me that he wanted me to be his boyfriend - which - I thought was a little fast. At the end of the second date he told me that he was in love with me. And I said nothing back. He now wants to plan a weekend away together. He has also told me that he's willing to give up girls completely for me (he's bisexual). I've never thought of myself as commitment-phobic before, but this all kind of freaks me out. It may, however, have less to do with the commitment aspect of it and more to do with the fact that I don't really like him like that.

On Valentine's Day I told that boy that I already had plans with my roommate and some friends (all true) so I didn't have to see him. Instead, I went with my roommate and a couple of friends into San Francisco for a several-thousand-person pillow fight. People gathered in front of the Ferry building (pillows in tow), and when the clock struck 6 everyone went crazy. People were beating the shit out of each other and it was all in good fun. I feel like Alex really would have enjoyed this. There were feathers everywhere - about 3 inches high on the ground and in the streets, and constantly floating in the sky like snow. We stayed for the first 3 hours of the pillow fight and it was still going strong when we left.