Dear Mom,
While living with Naomi in a studio in West Hollywood, I woke up this morning with no toilet paper on the roll, hair in the bathroom sink, wet towels on the floor and in a pile, and the sponges left soaked in a dirty bowl full of water in the kitchen sink. Naomi is so dirty and its crazy how much I wish I could talk to you. I know you would calm my frustration and make everything seem so much less important and tell me how to be more understanding or reasonable.
I also somehow managed to fall head over heels for a guy who lives in Montreal, Adrien. I don't know how, but I really really like him, I would move to Montreal for him(I guess you probably wouldn't want to know that..). This long distance thing has been really hard on me. I adore him and I wonder if maybe you'll ever meet him. He's coming back in October-your birthday actually.
I'm still looking for a job, I've been applying like crazy online. Its insane.
Later today Naomi, Preston(our third roommate: gay) and I are all going to view two properties. I've really put my big girl pants on. Neither of them have been looking for apartments, so I've set up every viewing so far and made the craigslist post to find Preston. I also learned how to bike on Saturday with Eric(not from UCLA). I bike everywhere now with Andres' bikes and it saves so much money. I've had to go grocery shopping on my own, do my own laundry(at the coin places), cook dinner(Yes, I cook dinner: spaghetti, potatoes, eggs). I wish you could see me now, you wouldn't believe the independency I have.
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