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Saturday, June 14, 2003
I am aware that the food court of a shopping mall is a lousy place in which to judge a previously unexperienced cuisine. With that said, my reaction to my first cheeseburger can be summed up in one word: eh. (Damn good fries on the side, though. Thin, but not crispy, and not greasy. Pretty much exactly the way I like them.) 3:37 PM:
The Brighton place is no longer available. There's still a possibility in Everett I could look into that'd be cheaper (but has no kitchen), but I'm getting seduced by the possibility of living within walking distance of campus. It's definitely a lure. It also helps that, rather to my surprise, I've been getting better disposed towards showers in the past couple of weeks, having discovered that, in addition to being faster than baths, they facilitate shaving my legs wonderfully well. Although that doesn't mean I want them to be my only option. [sigh] Showers are utilitarian; a nice bubble bath is something else entirely. On the other hand, so is avoiding a commute. Although even this is unpredictable, given the necessity of finding a job and the lack of any idea of where my workplace might be located... although, with that said, being in downtown Boston would give me much more flexibility in that regard, too. I guess it's obvious which way I'm leaning. But can I really fit all my books there? This seems uncertain... 1:25 PM:
So, I'm in Boston (at my new college's library as I type this), and I checked out a studio/loft this morning. The good news is that it's less than ten blocks from school, and it's just barely within the price range I'm willing to pay. The bad news is that there's only a shower (no bathtub), it's on the fifth floor (no elevator), and it's really, really small. It does have a range to cook on, though... I'm torn. So, the current plan is to check out another place, in Brighton, about 40 minutes from the school by train, and see whether it's a better enough apartment to justify the much longer commute. Stay tuned. Wednesday, June 11, 2003
Using just about every technicality I could think of, I have managed to stretch my Geek Test score to 45.56213%: "Super Geek." I suspect a few of my readers will be able to trounce that number, though, with or without technicalities. Have at it. 12:13 AM:
This-or-That Tuesday:
On this, the last day of my mail service here before the Post Office starts holding it (if all goes according to plan), I have received my copy of Weird Al's latest album, Poodle Hat. On first listen, I'd have to say that it's not his very best work, but that there's some good stuff on here. I particularly like "Ode to a Superhero" and "A Complicated Song," and I think I'm contractually obligated to love any album that includes "waffle irons" among the lyrics. I'm glad it arrived before I left.
Doing a lot of e-mailing today. It looks as if the potential sublettor I was in touch with last week is calling it quits, 'cause I've yet to hear from him. If he weren't checking his e-mail, I'd have expected him to have stopped by today, and if he were checking it, I'd have expected to have heard from him by now, but neither has happened. In the meantime, it seems that the guy who's moving in at the end of the summer is interested in moving in at the start of July, if that's possible. I'm now negotiating with the landlord. This is turning out to be a bit trickier than I'd hoped, but I remain optimistic that we can come to an agreement that'll be acceptable to all three of us. Hopefully really soon, 'cause I'm getting out of here tomorrow, or -- at the very latest -- the day after, and I'd like to have this settled by the time I leave. Once again, stay tuned... 3:58 PM:
Y'all have no idea of the lengths I go to to make sure my Unconscious Mutterings answers really are off the top of my head every week. First I cut'n'paste the code from the site to my Blogger window while squinting, so I can't make out any of the words. Then (still squinting), I insert several carriage returns before the start of 'em, so they disappear past the bottom of the text-entry window. That way, when I scroll down, line by line, I'm seeing each word for the first time, and can put down my very first reaction. I know, I know, it's probably misplaced energy of some sort... but, anyway, here goes:
Sunday, June 08, 2003
Okay, I don't think there's any way I'm gonna be out of here by tomorrow. If my brother were here, sure, it could be done. My brother's good with this sort of thing. But he ain't, and I just can't see finishing everything tonight. Maybe by Tuesday, assuming I get some help with the heavy lifting. In the meantime, I've found out that the guy who's moving in in the fall might be interested in moving in early, and, if so, this would be much to be desired, a far better option than subletting to the guy I currently have lined up, who still hasn't gotten back to me with any information I could use to verify that he's responsible and stuff. So I'm trying to investigate that option, but, in the meantime, I don't know what to tell the original guy, who's theoretically coming over tomorrow and wants to see an empty apartment at that point. In the meantime, I got help from some classmates yesterday, which was much appreciated, cleaning out most of my bookcases. Then I spent much of last night sorting through magazines, doing my best to ruthlessly purge those I'm never actually going to read again, as advocated by one of said classmates. Today, I haven't been getting much done at all. I got up late (but feeling well-rested, for the first time in many days), and I've been languidly puttering around the apartment, but I just can't seem to work up the wherewithal to resume working. Maybe it's something in the air; or maybe I haven't yet adjusted to not having one day a week in which I can't -- and therefore don't -- do anything; or maybe, after a few days of increasing franticness, I've finally had enough. I don't know. Either way, I do need to get back to work shortly. |
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