Morning Commute

I was driving to work at 6:30 this morning and thinking about how much and yet how little has changed in the last four years. I was listening to the exact same radio station, with the same morning show, although one host has changed twice since then. What has changed is my attitude towards morning comedy radio shows. I used to change stations until I could find a song, I didn't like listening to the talking. Now, four years later, a senior again, going through the application process again, I love listening to the djs. Their jokes, the interactions with one another, sometimes I find myself laughing aloud.
That has changed, but little else. My 19 year old roommate is on a date with a man in our common room while I sit here and blog. I have no idea how to meet someone and interact in a way that would lead him to believe that I'd be interested in a real relationship with him. I don't even know if I want a relationship, I just want someone to temper the lonely nights. I should be able to do this on my own. I've managed being alone for years, but I want to be somebody's number one, someones favorite. I want someone to crawl to when life slaps me to the ground and steps on my chest. Someone to fall asleep with and wake up next to in the morning. I apologize for going off topic, but my roommate's date is depressing me. They're already talking about religion and past relationships, expressway to love. They'd better not have sex in my bed.

Goodnight Sweet Blogverse.