hunting for a home

finding an apartment sucks balls... Especially when rent is more then my parents mortgage.. for a cramped one bedroom.

I found one that I like... and applied for it. $1500 a month.. a few blocks from the beach though... but 2 other people also saw it before me... fuck.. Im crossing my fingers that I get the place. I wrote the landlord a nice note along with the application stressing my job stability and overwhelming awesomeness. Hopefully he buys it. I really wanna rid myself of this stress. So i can take on the stress of other things.. such as insurace, car payments, finding a shoe repair place, a dentist, a doctor, and a haircut place...

i went grocery shopping.. bought lots of frozen products from trader joes.. that I eat alone on my hotel couch watching basic cable, dim light illumating my giant pile of rental listings, benefit packets, thesis notes, and used napkins.

I dressed as edward again. went to a party in a hotel ballroom. It was pretty ok..
getting to know my way around out here. I should meet some more people. I share an office with a pretty cool guy. He said we should go out sometime and grab a beer so that might be cool.

I figure things will go up from here.