Again with the....

I quit smoking last monday. Oddly enough the past 10/11 days now have been not only testing but pretty enjoyable. I might even be getting more positive on you. I do have a list of shit that I'd like to bitch about but I'm leaving work and it's friday!

I have problems

I've been in a debate for the past week of my life. You know trying to figure out who I am and all that, A.K.A. a lot of lonely drunken time. I came to the conclusion the other day that I may just be considered a hipster. This has been a hard fact to swallow. I hate hipsters, I have made this very obvious to anyone who might even bring up the fact. While disputing my non-hipsterness with a hippy friend over the weekend all they said was, 'yea, so, hipster hate other hipsters that's like a main qualification'. I usually take about 15 % of what my hippy friends have to take seriously, even less if their not exactly sober. For some reason (I could blame second hand smoke) it made sense. So I did what any concerned citizen would do and I went on Wikipedia.

"Hipster is a slang term which appeared in the 1940s. In the 1990s and 2000s it was used to describe young, recently-settled urban middle class adults and older teenagers with interests in non-mainstream fashion and culture, particularly alternative music, independent rock, independent film, magazines like Vice, Clash and Adbusters, and websites like Pitchfork Media.[1] In some contexts, hipsters are also referred to as scenesters.[2] The term is sometimes used in a derogatory manner, referring to someone who moves from trend to trend while claiming to be outside of mainstream culture."

So yeah... I'm going to come forward now and say that is me. I don't really read the magazines listed but the rest is dead on. According to Wikipedia I'm a hipster. No one ever questions Wikipedia. I wasn't really prepared for this news. I feel like if I was to call my mom to tell her, she probably wouldn't even care. Yet, I would just be left sobbing on my kitchen floor wondering why it had to happen to me.

For those of you who care

I have deleted Homeless Romantic. I did it impulsively, but it was a long time in the coming. There are a ton of relationship advice bloggers out there. I am not one of them. I started it to celebrate being single and go against relationships. Who am I kidding though? People die for love... people spend their whole lives looking for 'the one.' Since I'm in a pissy mood and I could be all sentimental about it since it was my first blog on here. I'll be honest for those of you who might stop by here for answers. I honestly was having difficulties for the past year posting stuff, okay. Now I can focus on bitching about my life and whining about indie music. I also started an art blog, for my personal art nerdiness. Keeping four blogs running is a pain in the ass and I know I can kinda make three work. That is all...

So, June, huh?

My little self decided in a brief haze of idealism that I was going to move in June. That's right. I have no god damn plan. I definitely have no money saved up what so ever. Yet, in my 'I'm going to take risks' buzz I put in my notice. If I would have stayed rent would have went up to 650, that's right people six-fifty in worthless American dollars spent per month just to have a place to keep my crap and sleep. I know not bad right? Besides the fact that I got mugged right outside of the place last summer and on Monday I found one of those syringe things outside of my door. Could be worse for Minneapolis though, I know people paying about two hundred more who could probably get raped walking to get their mail from INSIDE their building. Anyways, I'm a cheap ass and I can blame the economy for sucking right now. In other words, I'm looking for a cheaper place. I was surprised that I actually have options. Like people actually would want to live with me... besides my cat who has no choice what so ever. yet I am a anxiety ridden woman which makes me automatically not able to make decisions. So here's my options and why I think they would be a good/bad idea. I'm hoping for some sort of feed back here because I am at my wits end with my brain.
1. I can get a studio for less than 600. Now this isn't saving me "that" much. Yet, I still have my own space, just less of it and less money to pay. I would probably go crazy if it wasn't big enough. Yet I think i could maybe be content since I usually don't have people over right now and I'm skinny.

2. Living with my best friend. Love her to death but girls got problems just like I do. Living with her would cut my cost down to about 400 to 500. Although I am afraid that I will loose one of my few close friends. Also she is a little financially insecure and I think our schedules are too different. She's a homebody, I am really not. She works in the morning, I work at night. BLAH BLAH BLAH.

3. Living with three people that I 'know' but don't 'know' that well. This is just in case I really have no luck with the first two. It would be about 300 to 400, which would be awesome. Although I'm not sure I like people enough to live with three of them that I don't know that well. Especially if I'm questioning my ability to live with my best friend.

What do you think? I know, idealistically first choice is studio. I've never had roommates before though and I wonder if I even could. Anything people?