A horizon of statistical normality...

I'm back at the family home for the weekend. "Family home" sounds so prestigious. We live in a terrible, terrible suburb. Well, it's not so bad, but I hate it. There are too many houses, and the whole town looks so cluttered. And the people are ugly. Ugly, ugly people. Sigh...

Anyhow, I've gotten here, to the house, and I just can't stop eating all the chocolate Easter eggs that are sitting in a basket on the bench. But all the name-brand chocolate is wrapped up and I know I shouldn't really open them ... they look so nice in the basket. But the cheap eggs are hurting my teeth. It's a conundrum, and I just don't know what to do about it. Physical pain versus ruining post-Easter Easter aesthetics. It's really odd too, because I really don't eat that much chocolate, but when it is there in bulk, in shiny colorful wrappings, I start losing some control. Oh well, I'm over it. I guess I'm really just going for the chocolate because the milk has gone off on account of my Mother and Stepfather going away on an interstate trip and I can't have cereal. The fridge and pantry are packed otherwise, so I don't know why I am basing my eating habits on the one item that it no good. It's systematic of me, I suppose. (I had to come back home to pick up my car registration papers and to pick up some registered mail ... I ordered 'A Lion In Winter' online, which I've never seen before, and I have to sign for it. I like ordering movies I have vaguely heard about.)

The housemate that pays rent but doesn't actually have a physical presence in the place I rent met up with me the other day. It turns out that he wants to move out. It's just not working for him. Go figure. So now the search begins for a new housemate. I'm thinking tall, blue-eyes, brown-hair, athletic-build, GSOH, no kids ... Mmmm ...

It looks as though I made three wrong choices with who I chose to live with. One girl still doesn't acknowledge me, at all. I even asked her "Is something wrong? You're very quiet." I think she shook her head and replied "Nebrum". That was the only word she spoke to me that day. I'm guessing that it translates to 'I'm an inconsiderate skank that won't waste any effort on you. Thanks for choosing me to live here though'. Juuuust great.

As for the other girl, she's friendly enough. Loud, annoying as hell, but still friendly. I just noticed a facial tick that she has whenever I talk to her. The right corner of her mouth moves up and her right eye half closes every few seconds.

Statistically speaking, I should be coming into contact with someone of some normality sometime soon. Yay. :)

William John.