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Tonight I learned why we don't have hot liquids in wax-paper cups. The wax melts into your tea on the inside, and onto your hand on the outside. Luckily, Amanda is tolerant. I think I need to buy more mugs that fit in my microwave. (No, I didn't microwave the wax-paper cups: I boiled water in a bowl, and poured it into the cups, leaving a small puddle of boiling water on the top of my fridge. I think the general idea is that this Isn't my night.
Tonight I learned why we don't have hot liquids in wax-paper cups. The wax melts into your tea on the inside, and onto your hand on the outside. Luckily, Amanda is tolerant. I think I need to buy more mugs that fit in my microwave. (No, I didn't microwave the wax-paper cups: I boiled water in a bowl, and poured it into the cups, leaving a small puddle of boiling water on the top of my fridge. I think the general idea is that this Isn't my night.
I woke up this morning to the sound of Liz coming in. I figured she was just getting back for the week, so I tried to pretend she hadn't woken me- I feel horrid acting like someone woke me up unintentionally- I don't like making people guilty. But then she came over and tapped me on teh shoulder and said she was moving out- she's going to be living at home and with her aunt in Newton. So she and her father came in and started moving stuff (they're still finishing). I asked her dad to leave while I got dressed at least- but it's far from the Sunday morning I was expecting. I don't know if I'm happy or upset- she was really annoying me and I was sort of perpetually worried about her, but- the idea of having my own room is just strange. Her side looks so bare. Maybe I'll put sheets and my spare rug on her bed, or something. The other question is whether I want to try to find another roommmate. I'm no longer as scared of living alone as I was earlier this year- having her being away for weekends sort of got me more used to the idea. But- I guess I had little enough actual warning, even with all the knowledge that she was thinking about it, that I'm still kind of baffled.
I woke up this morning to the sound of Liz coming in. I figured she was just getting back for the week, so I tried to pretend she hadn't woken me- I feel horrid acting like someone woke me up unintentionally- I don't like making people guilty. But then she came over and tapped me on teh shoulder and said she was moving out- she's going to be living at home and with her aunt in Newton. So she and her father came in and started moving stuff (they're still finishing). I asked her dad to leave while I got dressed at least- but it's far from the Sunday morning I was expecting. I don't know if I'm happy or upset- she was really annoying me and I was sort of perpetually worried about her, but- the idea of having my own room is just strange. Her side looks so bare. Maybe I'll put sheets and my spare rug on her bed, or something. The other question is whether I want to try to find another roommmate. I'm no longer as scared of living alone as I was earlier this year- having her being away for weekends sort of got me more used to the idea. But- I guess I had little enough actual warning, even with all the knowledge that she was thinking about it, that I'm still kind of baffled.
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