Groceries

All of us here in the apartment are very tired at this point. By "all of us" I mean me and Clinton. His girlfriend had left moments prior, and he and I were mock fighting. I had put a plastic bag on top of (read ON TOP OF not over) his head and was shouting "ASTRONAUT!" gleefully, and he was mock threatening me with stabby violence. He must have still been running on girlfriend mode, because when the altercation came to a close, and I turned back to what I was doing (making dinner), he kissed me lightly (one might almost say lovingly) on the shoulder. I have given him no end of crap about this. He is significantly embarrassed, it really is wonderful to watch.

For the first time in my life, I have bought groceries for my own living separate from Mum. I hate the feeling that I'm spending far too much on everything, but we were very frugal, didn't buy anything we had any chance of not using, and I feel good about it. Living is interesting now, because we talk about how we're going to do the smallest of things, we're building a life of our own. It's interesting. There've been disagreements, like I enjoy the privacy of my room, and I've run a LAN cable up here so I can do hardwire stuff (such as bank accounts) in the convenience of my own room. Clinton worries that Thor and I are going to keep to our rooms, and wants me to take the LAN cable down. He grew up with very little privacy, and wants room mates, and worries that we're just going to become co-habitats. Thor doesn't care and he'll stay to his room if he feels like is. I however, grew up with tons of personal time, and I don't like having it encroached on if I can help it. That said, I noticed that Sister and I don't really do much together because we both keep to our rooms (or rather I do). Still, I don't think that's going to be an issue here because I already spent far too much time being social today (and it's bitten me in the foot).