Man oh man. Yesterday, my roommate and I went to a rental community that we really love to apply for a new apartment. Because of the availability, the rent was way too high and I started to get intensely nervous. So then, we went to another place that we really liked, and once again, the rent was too high for our budget and our time frame (mid-July). The leasing office lady (who was amazing) mentioned an apartment available May 10th with amazingly-appropriate rent on the top floor, so now, instead of moving in July, we might be moving in three weeks.
I'm probably jumping the gun with this blog; we still don't know if we got approved for the apartment, but I'm already working myself up into an excited sweat. I don't HATE my apartment now, but I'm so fucking ready to move into a nicer place that's actually worth what I'm paying. And, it would definitely be great to move before I go on Warped Tour as opposed to the day I get back, exhausted and beat from the dirt and swarms of underagers.
In contrast to yesterday, today (or yesterday, technically) was actually quite nice. I even had a valentine, even though he lives in Colorado. Eyeball Records & Solid PR sent me flowers - a total surprise (which absolutely made my day, in the full meaning of the saying), I called my Mom 'cause I miss her, hung out with Katherine in the computer lab, and the TWLOHA AP.net chat was incredibly moving. Made me want to be good and do good. Yeah, overall, this day was freakin' filled with love.
This goes out to my roommate, Jacqueline, who is my best friend in the entire world, keeps my head securely fashioned on my shoulders, and is the only one can bring so much life to an inside joke. Sweet corn, we do have volumes and volumes of them. And, she's hilarious. And inappropriate at times. I almost had to ban her today because her avatar is practically pornographic.
This is a picture of us. We might we intoxicated (or we're definitely intoxicated, you decide) in the back of a friend's borrowed parental minivan a couple weekend's ago (he was playing DD and driving us home from the bar). I do believe this is right after we called This Providence (they left a band cell phone number on their myspace some months back ... BAD IDEA), which has become a drinking ritual of ours. We shouldn't be allowed to own cell phones, but we do, and this is what happens.