January 19, 2003
Today was exhausting. Dianna and I went shopping for the new apartment, and while we're now the proud owners of two tall bookcases (even though the Ikea website denies this particular model even exists), a vacuum cleaner, and a toaster, I'm beat. If only the Channing Way apt. hadn't been so small, I would have been able to keep my kitchen table instead of selling it to Michele's brother. Tomorrow holds the promise of tattooing excitement for Dianna, after which we'll both meet a potential roommate.
I just realized that this entry is filled to the brim with responsibility. When did I become so efficient and business-like? I think I'll go do something impulsive. Like start another load of laundry.
Posted on January 19, 2003 08:42 PM
so you got the apartment!? yey!! when do you get to move in?
are you meeting hoi paloi? you would have said if it was the paloi right? is this one a swedish swim polo player? fascinating.....
I *think* we got the apartment. No Hoi Paloi for us, sadly. Mostly because he professed his love for professional basketball and televised sports in his email, which brought to mind him waxing poetic about how John Smith shot 12876 free throws last season and me doing my damndest to gouge out my eyes and burst my eardrums to escape the horror.
Then again, Dianna insists the reason is that he never replied. But I like my explanation, because then we're denying HIM the place, rather than him denying us his companionship. Plus, any comment is more exciting when eye-gouging is involved.
We've talked to the Slovakian Dance Maiden on the phone, but she's not so sure about living in Berkeley. She'll be in the area Mon. or Tues. (I can't remember if it's this week or next, so Dianna is patting me condescendingly) and will take a look at the place then. One other girl should be visiting the apt. soon, and she seems quite neat, so hopefully she likes it.
Quoth Dianna: "Longest....response....EVER."
hee. the two of you are too cute (both here and on the papayawhip page).
p.s.though. this is me--sad about the hoi paloi.
Oh, so you've got an almost sure place, but you've got to get your own roommate? Sounds good.
Actually, I think I conned the landlord into taking us. He was talking about having other people look at the place, and I kept telling him how very INTERESTED Dianna and I are and how EXCITED we are to move in and how FORTUNATE it is that I already have a moving van waiting outside my apartment and how INCONSEQUENTIAL all of the other people looking at the apartment are and how much ORAL SEX the landlord will coincidentally receive (in the mail) if we get the apartment. After all of that, I think the landlord considered our moving in a foregone conclusion.