Not much to say, and as always, it's going to take far longer to say nothing than it should.

 

Roommate: still a punk. Considering doing horrible things to him, but I never will.

 

D&D: Mixed bag. I know it's a game, but people seem to have a lot of disregard for my creative product which is supposed to entertain them. I wish people would just tell me that they don't want to play anymore, or start making some time. Maybe next semester. It could be worse, I suppose.

 

Love life: nonexistent, and I'm loving every minute of it. That was sarcasm. I pine over girlfriends I used to have, some of whom were hundreds of miles away. Unfortunately, I'm too much of a coward to change the situation. Some people just don't know what they want.

 

Creativity: plenty of that, but I waste time not using it. That makes me unhappy, but again, I maintain the status quo.

 

House-hunting: this is a new one, and another mixed bag. Don't know what to do about it, but my pessimism makes me think that I'm going to cop out and live in the residence halls again next year, letting all my potential housemates down. Hey, it's what I did last year.

 

Anything I missed? Bottom line, audience, is that I'm too cowardly, unmotivated, incompetent, or a combination of any of the above; I can't change my own life, and I vainly hope someone else will swoop in and do it for me. It's tough to feel fulfilled when I won't even acknowledge my own wants and needs, no matter how many good deeds I do.

 

Maybe it'll take another month for me to update and rescind my diatribe. Maybe my friends will intervene and make me patch this up within the week. Who knows? Keep watching to find out.