the real life

hmmm...may or may not get approved for a place pretty soon...I just need to give them my damage deposit (why they want a damage deposit BEFORE I get the place, I'll never know), and get tenants insurance. THAT'S gonna be a big pile o' poo...I don't wanna deal with silly renter's insurance. It's not like my stuff is worht anything other than sentimental value anyway...

So I bought this book the other day which was massively entertaining, especially considering the circumstances in my life right now... it's called Roommates, and it's about this college graduate, mystery novel writer, who's had a couple books published but isn't exactly massively successful, and the roommates she goes through on the way to home ownership. Holy crap I identified with her so much! And then of course there's things like her love life (Max, a guitar sales shop owner, who I wish was real cause I want to marry him), and whatnot, and while I really identified with the place this girl was at in her life (which actually made me feel a little better about my life, considering she was twenty six and I'm nineteen), it also made me wonder if those foofy girly books that suburban housewives read in their book clubs are actually based in real life...

Like, for instance, they always have really colourful characters who are complete weirdos, but have no idea... like Justine the chain-smoking, boyfriend-obsessed neat freak who Elise lives with first. She turns out to be a complete psycho bitch, and has no clue. Do these people really exist? Is there such thing in the real world as 'completely normal' and 'character roles'? Nothing I've ever known is particularly similar to the way the world is portrayed in this book, which is silly because it's a book I can mostly identify with.

And the really scary thing is, if you were Justine, the chain-smoking, boyfriend-controlling, neat freak weirdo, when you read Roommates, would you recognize yourself? If I was Justine, the blah-blah-blah-you-get-the-picture, how would I tell?

I don't know, I'm just weird, and like to think that every book has a little reality in it, and funny enough I find it's harder to find the reality in chick books like Roommates than it is in something utterly ridiculous, like Star Wars or something... does anyone else ever feel like that?