I've been here a month now and we still don't have a table and chairs. We have two stools we can sit on and eat at the kitchen counter, but it'd be nice to have a table and invite some peeps over for dinner. Of course, the open space does provide room for dancing. Any of you seen the dance move I lovingly call the "rabble"? I'm not sure how it came to be, it just happened one day when an old roommate and I were feeding off each other's hyper-silly moods. It consists of putting your pointer fingers up to your head like a bull and shaking around really fast till your hair is in your face and your other roommates are convinced you need medication. Ya, it's dumb, but fun. But I digress.
We need stuff, and not just a table and chairs, our front room is almost empty excepting my gold velvet plush rocking chair that was a cheap and lucky find at the Provo D.I. a few months back. We also need a couch and a floor lamp. One roommate swears she's got a couch at her parent's house, but there's no word on when or if that'll get down here. Another roommate swore she'd buy the table and chairs, but now she's moving out with her boyfriend's girlfriends (girls that are his friends). She swears it's not cuz she hates us or anything but it may actually have something to do with the fact that I'm constantly bugged by her mess (and am vocal about it) and the fact that the first night I was here her boyfriend spent the night and I told her I wasn't ever going to be down with that. We currently have someone's dirty rag on the dining room floor, someone's big empty box is there as well. It doesn't seem to bother anyone else, but stuff like that bugs the crap out of me...but I still am waiting for the other people to do something about it, hoping one day it will bug them, too.
Many times I've thought of moving, and I wasn't crazy about the ward at the beginning. But then I realize I never like the ward when I first get there (singles wards are always weird, I just forget that over and over again). My old roommate and I spent an entire night lamenting about my last ward when we first got there and then it turned out to be really great. Actually today I was thinking about this and I'm starting to maybe get used to my new ward a little bit. I just need to actually go to the activities and get to know people. And I just painted my room (very poorly I might add, it was my first attempt at painting walls and there were just a few things I didn't realize needed to happen in the process). But the effort I put into that sort of solidified my reasons for sticking around and giving this place a chance...for at least a little while. But I'm still not sure how committed I am to buying furniture, even though we really need to get some stuff.