Man, apartment hunting. I need to dig out my Apartment Ad-English dictionary to brush up on some vocab, because it's been awhile:
Cozy = Tiny
Close to busline = On an extremely busy four-lane street
Charming = Dilapidated
Sunny = Blindingly sunny
Old World Charm = 1. A totally awesome vintage apartment that you can't afford, 2. See "charming"
Clean = The best we can say about this apartment is that there is currently nothing in it.
Great Location! = Apartment For Rent!
Towards the end of summer, I always think that I'm looking forward to fall. But then when the weather changes and it starts getting dark way too early and everything, I get all weirded out. I don't think it's Seasonal Affective Disorder! [Eeeveryone thinks they have that!] No! It's this: so autumn USED to be the season of New Stuff Happening, as in school starting. Right? Thirteen years of school starting in September, beginning at age four [I wasn't a second year senior! I'm counting kindergarten, duh!], and THEN followed by five years of college [ok, so I was a second year senior there!] has totally conditioned me to expect something new every September. But other than school, Fall isn't famous for being The Season of Newness. So it's like a conversation between me and Planet Earth where Earth says, "Hey pal, what's new?" and I say, "Maaan, Earth, nothing." And Earth says, in its best Eeyore-like tone, "Awww, saaaame here. Eeeverything's old and dying." Wait a minte. What is Seasonal Affective Disorder again? [NO!]
Man, though! If I can find an apartment, that will officially be new and exciting! Especially since... well no, I don't want to jinx it. Does anyone else have Livejournal Superstition? I totally have this fear that if I write about how great something in my life is, then The Ghost of O. Henry will conjure up every spirit of irony and totally ruin the great thing I wrote about. Or maybe it's Greek gods that will ruin it, because crowing about something in livejournal strikes them as hubris. I don't know! But I do know that Greek gods totally read livejournal. It's the Roman gods who have abandoned it for MySpace.