It's A Beautiful Mess

It's been a long couple of weeks.
Right from trying to achieve the grades I want to trying to find a place to work. The worst part is, of all the resume's I have handed out and places I have found online and applied to I haven't heard one thing. It's as if I haven't handed out one. I guess this is a busy time for students looking for full time work but I thought I was more qualified than the employers are seeing. I just wanna be successful!
So far, living in the small city with not a huge school work-load and a brand new set of roommates as been quite entertaining. It certainly is different. I'm living now with an old friend of mine, one of those that was kind of forced by our parents as youngins but now we're just livin away in the same apartment. Then there's a friend of a friend, he just keeps to himself but means well. The best bathroommate anyone could ask for, he doesn't even keep his toothbrush in it! Then the last new roommie is a rando and she's crazy. Funny girl. We somehow got 4 of the most dynamically different people to live under the same roof, but so far it's working out just fine. If only they would unlock their doors when they go to class...

I love university life because you do get to meet and be friends with people that you would probably never consider being friends with. But then it just works out, because no one wants to be alone. Well... one ex-roommate experience may prove that to be quite wrong but for general humans, we like to love the ones you're with. It takes some adjusting too, which I find myself doing often and I like it. I'm much too young to get comfortable. You stop doing things when you get comfortable, I have seen it happen to young people, old people. Adventures can end when you're perfectly okay with the way everything is. I guess I'm just addicted to drama, although I wouldn't necessarily say that but that's what it sounds like. I do like mystery. Jumping into things with my eyes closed. Not knowing what I'm doing tomorrow. Being surprised about my new friends all the time. Not knowing where I'll be in a year and liking it.
Fuckin Loving it, with a side order of guilt and nervousness.
Could be a problem when the real world comes knocking on my metaphorical door, but I'll deal with that when it arrives.
Until then, I'll just keep soaking up my irrisponsibility and trying to call it something life changingly beautiful.
Story of my life.