So, thats my potential new pad. After discovering that I didn't get the preapproval for the mortgage, I spent the day trying to find 2 bedrooms in A) the area I wanted, and B) in the price range I wanted. I think I've found a good one.

I'm gonna go tour the facility tomorrow and then report in to the Potential Roomie, Tiffany. Half of me just wants to look at the housing manager and yell "GIMMIE!" but I realize that won't work too well.

It took me about 10 hours of constant searching to find that damn place, and I can say that my mood lifted infinitly when I findly found it. The feeling of "trapped" sucks big wookie.

Oh! Oh! On the brighter news front, I have my first business dinner with my new client, Evolvian tomorrow. We're meeting at Artie's in Fairfax City. How lame is it that this week I am so broke I'm gonna have to ask my parents for business dinner money?

LAAAAAME.

When you spell Park with an "E", it makes it classier. Or, at least, thats what the owners of my new building seem to think.

I call it my new building, even though I haven't moved in yet. I'm ridiculously excited about moving in, though, because I spent the afternoon chatting with Ms. Tyson.

Ms. Tyson is my leasing agent and the building manager, and she is a sassy black woman who clearly has Moved. On. Up. She was kinda gruff to me at first, but by the time I said "Oh, Ms. Thing!" she was pretty much putty 🙂 I like her a lot, she's sweet, and I imagine I've befriended a good one.

I chatted with her further, and I got her to lower the security deposit to 300, and to toss me a move in special. Yay for half off the first months rent, meaning that I can afford the move in while I wait for school disperse my funds.

Things do work out for reasons.

My car broke down again today. I was getting gas, and it simply wouldn't start again. I should have seen this coming.

Grr...

My father blamed a dead battery on me for some reason. I did not kill this battery, infact, we had to jump my car this morning, and it ran fine. We turned it off and it started again with no problem.

Anyway, after he got douchish with me I told him to fuck off.

He exploded.

If he wants to be a shithead, I can be shitty right back, no questions asked. Harumph.


So, I missed my meeting today. Great.

So, missing your first real meeting? Not so bad, could be worse.

Shivon was gonna be 20 minutes late, too. He got the message and wasn't pissed.

Woot.