$400 rent to be someone's "life coach"...
David and I are both still on waiting lists for housing; the ladies at the CalArts housing office remain both unusually optimistic and extremely vague, "We are 300% almost certain that you'll maybe get housing next week!"
After the school (dis)orientation, we looked around at apartments outside of campus and managed to only find a guy who was offering a literal closet for $700 a month (upon meeting him for the first time he immediately quipped without hesitation, "Yeah so like, I smoke pot. I have a medical card for it though, so yeah.") Not only was he barefoot when he met us in the parking lot, but his hands also had a yellow tint to them.
SHADY.
One of the art program directors seemed to sympathize with our last-minute housing dilemma and referred us to a korean guy who was renting out a master bedroom for only $570 including utilities. We're going to look at the place once I sign up for classes today (a task which in itself is going to be the shittiest of shit-storms-- judging by the slightly confused look on the admission director's face upon explaining the class sign-up "process.") All the practicums I wanted to take are full and to make things even more retarded, since I'm coming in as a second semester 3rd year, I'm already somehow expected to know what the hell to do (...lay face down on the floor?!)
I want to be excited about school, but I can't seem to gather any enthusiasm without knowing for sure that I'll have a place to live in. The frenzied search for rooms and the limited window I have to move shit around grows smaller and smaller each passing day. These next few days leading up to Monday are already covered in insanity: class sign-up, bianca's birthday, finding and moving into SOMEWHERE, work at Mt.SAC, last Reve company meeting, driving mom to visit Evvy, semi-going away part/sister-in-law's 30th bday, eating shit, dying.
Also, I need to find a gym! I am being torn away from the comfort and solace of my treadmill at home-- forced to succumb to my extreme phobia of exercising around other people. THIS IS NOT A GOOD THING. I WILL END UP KILLING SOMEONE.
After the school (dis)orientation, we looked around at apartments outside of campus and managed to only find a guy who was offering a literal closet for $700 a month (upon meeting him for the first time he immediately quipped without hesitation, "Yeah so like, I smoke pot. I have a medical card for it though, so yeah.") Not only was he barefoot when he met us in the parking lot, but his hands also had a yellow tint to them.
SHADY.
One of the art program directors seemed to sympathize with our last-minute housing dilemma and referred us to a korean guy who was renting out a master bedroom for only $570 including utilities. We're going to look at the place once I sign up for classes today (a task which in itself is going to be the shittiest of shit-storms-- judging by the slightly confused look on the admission director's face upon explaining the class sign-up "process.") All the practicums I wanted to take are full and to make things even more retarded, since I'm coming in as a second semester 3rd year, I'm already somehow expected to know what the hell to do (...lay face down on the floor?!)
I want to be excited about school, but I can't seem to gather any enthusiasm without knowing for sure that I'll have a place to live in. The frenzied search for rooms and the limited window I have to move shit around grows smaller and smaller each passing day. These next few days leading up to Monday are already covered in insanity: class sign-up, bianca's birthday, finding and moving into SOMEWHERE, work at Mt.SAC, last Reve company meeting, driving mom to visit Evvy, semi-going away part/sister-in-law's 30th bday, eating shit, dying.
Also, I need to find a gym! I am being torn away from the comfort and solace of my treadmill at home-- forced to succumb to my extreme phobia of exercising around other people. THIS IS NOT A GOOD THING. I WILL END UP KILLING SOMEONE.
this was said around 12:32 AM /
1 Comments:
i better see you before i leave forever. good luck on the apartment hunting!!!
Post a Comment
<< Home