Hangovers

W00... after all of that blogging on Wednesday, I'm suffering from a blogging burnout; a blogging hangover, if you will.

It looks like the results are in for the moving contest. And the winner goes to....


Dad?

But only after the front-line contestant had his say. I was this close *uses finger distance to show how far away* to moving to sensei's house, in replacement for Gabriel and Brianna. In fact, sensei offered to let me stay in his son Ashley's room if I had to move prematurely just to keep me here. The rent is quite affordable, and having roommates would be fun, so my dad had nothing on me when we finally had our discussion.

Me and my dad got into a fight, but it was not so bad. In the end, it goes to show that he was just trying to bulldog me into submission with moving out on my own. He lost, since I had nothing lose against him. In the end, we worked out my autonomy in the house, how we both agreed the house looks like rubbish (and should be changed now that Sarah's gone), and how I will be cleaning my dish after each use. Simple enough, for free rent.

It's good to know that I have the securities of friendship to save me in times of great crisis. One of the big reasons that I get depressed (which isn't that often, but happens) is that I have a feeling that failure may be imminent; failure with BIG consequences. (In fact, the only reason why I get depressed is I don't feel like i'm progressing. When I'm busy worrying about not failing, I'm not progressing). But now I feel many more times secure. In fact, I felt secure enough from the start that I wasn't even worried about anything bad happening when I got kicked out. Huzzah.

This crisis did reveal to me the pathways to go. I will be going to japan, and so practicing japanese is of the utmost importance now. There's a lot of hard work ahead of me.

Now, I must plan out the decoration of my room. I might also help my friend with his self-automated zen garden idea in the mean time.

I never did like the flute
D.