I got a little tiny potted ivy, which now resides in a goblet under my windowsill, a great stoneware thing my mum's had since she was my age. I also got another thing with hangy vines - I don't know what it is, but it's got great, thick waxy leaves, and I only know it's an indoor plant because Mum's got one in the living room that's much, much bigger. We've had that one since we lived in Mary Hill when I was three, so I think it'll do fine in here. I also got something that looks tropical - don't know what the name of it is either, but it's got long, graceful leaves with sort of pointed tips, and the leaves are fsark green with a purple tinge to them. I guess I'll hve to look them up. I also bought nectarines, and I ate one and put the pit in a little flowerpot with some soil on the windowsill. I don't know if/when I will move out, but when I do, the place will have to have a garden, or at least, a good, wide windowsill and large windows. I don't think I could live somewhere cramped and lightless. My room looks so huge since I tidied it up, all bright and airy, and the floor's completely bare. It's weird - there's usually mess piled somewhere in here, but right now there's nothing. I like it this way. I think I'll try to keep it this way.
All things considered, though, it is starting to look like I might be moving out come September/October. I haven't even *started* looking for places yet, but since Shannon's going to Douglas College in New West and I'll more than likely be doing CDIS in Burnaby, it'd just be easier to live closer by than I do now. I hate commuting, and the shorter the better. And yes, I know I swore up down and sideways that I'd never live with Shannon again, but she's changed since I left and came back, mellowed out. I won't say grown up - around here that's akin to a curse. ;) But she has gotten a bit more... practical, I guess. And if Kimry came to live with us, it would be nice, too.
Very grown-up thoughts I'm thinking lately. Living in a real-live apartment - not like in residence at StFX, where all the people in my building were mentally sixteen and looked at the whole dorm situation like it was one big sleepover. No. These are responsible thoughts. These are... thoughts that belong to an...
...no, I can't say it. ;)