Juxtaposition and inner conflict and stuff.

Third day living in the happiest place on earth. I have to admit, they really don't joke around with that. I love it here! The hole in my heart where my family would be sometimes aches, but is more often than not filled with the happiness that my roommates give me. I absolutely adore them. Here's a rundown on these girls who I spent the evening with: Ashley is a cute blonde who I think is a hopeless romantic under cover. Brandi is a cute little brunette who is a hopeless romantic absolutely NOT undercover. Her roommate, Shannon, is down to earth and very smart, while also easily the most comfortable presence in the apartment. Duh, Mallory is awesome. I've said that. Michelle is intensely sarcastic, which is a refreshing change to all of the perkiness that surrounds us in the parks. Jess is the bubbly mama, while also being a little sister. She is the one that gave me nyquil the other day and subtly continues to have an eye on all of us, I think. Her boyfriend, Corey, is over a lot. His roommate is one of the friends I've made outside the apartment, another character performer named Dylan. Class today was really long, and I realized once we started walking around that wearing heels again was not a wise decision. The footwear forecast for tomorrow? Sneakers. Lovely, padded, close-toed sneakers. It sounds like bliss.

Tonight was a great bonding night for the apartment. I made pasta for the girls and Corey, and Mallory made garlic bread. After that, Mallory used the rest of our cookie dough to make cookies for us as we watched the Frog Prince. It was so good! It was also cool to watch something that the company I work for made- just a special feeling. About 20 minutes in, our new neighbors knocked on our door. They were all very fun and energetic, and they're coming to see the fireworks show with us on Saturday night. It was kind of awkward because we were going around saying our roles, and a theatre major from upstairs heard that I was a CP and started talking about how she worked so hard at the audition and how it would have helped out her degree and everything if she had made it into that role... and I just stood there muttering, "Uh... I was in colorguard in marching band?" "I braided my hair and the lady said it looked nice?" "You're teeth are too straight?" (Just kidding about that last one). Anyways, we all ended up getting along very well, and I'm excited to get to know them better.

I keep showing off pictures of my family to everyone, and I really miss them a lot. If my phone was working, I really would like to call them... and I feel like living in a new place without cell phone access is a little dangerous... so if you a) see mama and papa Rowson on a regular basis b) will be seeing them soon, or c) ARE, in fact, mama or papa Rowson, could you please find some way for the phone company to be contacted so I can... you know... use my phone? That would be much appreciated :) Also, I'm hypersensitive to couple-y things everywhere. Sad face. Love being here, love people there, but wait I love people here, too? And good ol' Fairfax is awesome...
Sigh.
First day of training tomorrow, so I'd better get some sleep!