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[arachnologist]

Am I just not cool enough to get a roommate?

Still here, by the way.

Can I get a roll call or something?

This is probably sort of belated, but I've been busy. Like. Really. You don't even know.

That sounds weak even to me. Let's move on.

So. Summer. What do people do here? That aren't, like. Summer camp age. Definitely outgrew that at fourteen years old. Can't really do internships anymore, that's pretty much off the table. I mean, I guess I still could, but wow, let's not get sidetracked.

I don't know if I want a job. I'm still figuring that out. Just a way to pass the time is all I'm really looking for. Does this question get asked constantly? I bet it does. I'm not looking.

Okay, here's a really morbid question. I have a good reason for asking, just bear with me. Is there a cemetery here? There has to be. Near the hospital, maybe? God.

How do people sign off on their posts? I'm just full of great questions today. It feels weird just leaving it, you know? I haven't done the online blogging thing since, uh. Ever? Right. Okay, whatever. If anyone wants to reach me personally, the important people should have my number. Thanks.

Comments

[redhourglass]

.. Can I say both?

[arachnologist]

Both is fine.

Sorry. I just don't remember ever getting bad grades in "plays well with others."

[redhourglass]

I would just enjoy the extra space in the mean time. At the very least, you don't have to share anything.

[arachnologist]

True. Guess that makes this baby's first real apartment. Pretty sure I'm too young for that by most standards, but I'll take it.

[redhourglass]

How old are you?

[arachnologist]

Seventeen.

[redhourglass]

First time on your own then? Enjoy it.

[arachnologist]

... it's not voluntary. I mean, I've always thought about getting my own place, leaving my parents, just ... I wish it had happened some other way than this.

[redhourglass]

You don't always get a choice, in life. I hate to spew platitudes at you, but it's a truth.