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Jumping Ship

Jumping Ship

Over the past couple weeks, the dorms have been sinking rapidly in my estimation. I’d have to say the iceberg was the $200 fee Housing and Residence Life slapped me with. I’ll be damned if I’m going to sing “Nearer, My God, to Thee,” as the ship goes down. I’m getting off this tub.

I spent a few days frantically searching for some slum of an apartment that would take my complete lack of credit and general lack of money and give me a decently dry place to live. The searching caused a good three days or so of me being a morose bitch. I was all kinds of unpleasant. I did an awful lot of crying. I sat around in a daze.

I ran through several hundred horrid ideas. These included, but were in no way limited to, prostitution, drug sales, and panhandling. I finally hit a stride of productivity and started checking newspaper ads. I think I found something useful.

I’m fairly certain I’m about to embark on some interesting new era of my life. I will soon be a handicapped woman’s roommate. I’m going to call her Grace, as in “Amazing Grace.” She’s kind of inspirational like that. In fact, my whole current situation is a little inspirational.

Grace is 33. She was born without arms or legs. Since the age of 18, she has lived a fairly self-sufficient life. She requires pretty minimal assistance from a roommate. It’s a system that she’s learned to work fairly well. Her current roommate is getting married, so it’s time for a new one.

She likes me. She thinks I’m stable, reliable, and independent. I like to think I won’t disappoint her. For my simple assistance, I will receive free room and board and a salary of about $500 a month. I’m hoping everything works out.

Also, her house is freakin’ gorgeous. All I’ve seen is the outside, but still. Damn. It’s nice. The street she lives on is awesome, too. It’s all shady and full of trees and such. And she has a cat and a dog! Woo! I miss having a cat around.

On the less awesome side of things, LFR is completely screwing me on hours. My first week consisted of 12 hours. I figured that was ok, since they had to just kind of stick me in the schedule somewhere. My second week was to push me to a terrifying 13 entire hours. But when I went in today, I was informed that I wasn’t needed and could just leave. Ugh. This has to change.

It has recently come to my attention that I need a boyfriend. That’s about all there is to that. I’m tired of being pathetically and virginally single.

Tomorrow should be an interesting day. My sister is graduating from middle school. I have made several promises to attend. I think I’m going to go ahead and show up at the high school graduation as well. It’s the same day, and I know all the people graduating, so I might as well.

As a last bit of exciting news, my braces are no more! My teeth are all slick and metal-free. The temporary retainer I have for the next two weeks completely sucks. It’s the clear plastic crap that fits over my teeth. I totally hate it. I think I’ll have much less of a problem with the regular wire type that I’ll receive sometime soon. w00t.

12:00 a.m. - May 26, 2004

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