Okay, some of my friends who have looked at my moms blog say we talk almost exactly alike. Except the cursing on my part. I guess I’m more like her than I thought. I mean, like, I’m on the phone with Meatball, and at first he thinks I’m her. I also look almost exactly like her whan she was my age. I also have noticed I get most of my music from her (Alanis Morrisette, Merideth Brooks, KMFDM, Dido, Goo Goo Dolls, etc.). AND we read the same kind of books. I get books from her and vise versa (she has at least… 4 or 5 books from me she needs to read. Note to Mom: At least read Northern Lights so I can re-read it!!).

Now, I know I havn’t quite updated in awhile. It’s not even because I’m too busy. I’m just too lazy to type something >.>. Well, to start off, many of you know we are living in Cooperate Housing (was that in my last post?) in Pittsburgh, and yadda yadda ya. We are about 4 blocks away from a small shopping complex thing (like, stores on either side of the road. Clothing shops, coffee shops, Rite Aid, and so on) where I have now taken to walking up and down when I feel restless (whaddya know? I can actually go ALONE) and whenever we need snackish stuff. The coffee shop is nice to just get a Mocha and sit and read for an hour or so (which I did earlier today).
Did I mention that the people here are actually NICE? They wont yell at you for accidentally bumping into them, or give you a dirty look when you’re walking down the street with a pentacle visably hanging around your neck. So, like my mother, I am totally in love with this city. Despite some of the idiots who don’t know how to drive, it’s a wonderful place to live. Especially when you’re like me when you’ve grown up near or in a city all your life.