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Aisle 22: Travel Size Toiletries.

Ugh... every single decent/cheep apartment I look at that has a roommate is barred from me because it's some one looking for a female roommate. Was it so odd that two of my first apartment type roommates were girls? Does this not happen in normal society? Was I just living with two freaks? Well I was, but still! I want an apartment gosh darnit!

I've subcumbed to my back up plan. I didn't want to pull it, but it's either room with multiple cats and with a person who my friends don't mesh with, or beg to sleep on people's couches for the next year or so.

I wouldn't be worried if I knew how much I'd be making in New York. If I knew what my financial aid refund was going to be, or what my job (which I still have to find) was going to pay me then I'd be fine to jump onto what ever apartment I can find.

From the looks of it I need to make at the very least what I'm making now split between work and financial aid crap. If I can some how pull that off I could technically manage getting a relatively cheep one bedroom or studio apartment for like 8 or 9 a month, but I just don't know. And spliting a two bedroom apartment between three people would be cheeper. Which would mean I'd be able to go out and actually see the few friends I have up there.

I hate not having money. I hate having to be concerned with money. I look at all my literary role models. They wrote, and managed to get by. They could afford a crappy apartment on whatever play or essay they published at the time. They didn't have to go out and wash dishes, or stare at the spines of books for hours upon hours. Ok well Kafka did work as a clerk, and that warped his mind wonderfully. But Becket? Ionesco? They wrote. Burroughs was an exterminator (or so I am lead to believe) also a drug dealer. I think the drug dealing brought more money in for him. What did O'Neille do? Oh yeah he worked on a boat, stoking the engines.

How do the other grad students do it? Are they all from rich back grounds? Do they all have trust funds? I have a friend who's parents are paying her rent up until she graduates. Why can't I get that? Oh... right... poor family. I often wonder how my sister managed to go smoothly through grad school in Indiana. Of course I'm sure Indiana was alot less expensive than New York is.

I'm spending all my time worrying about this, so yay for all the other things that have been locked up in my mind disapating! Yay!! And a couple of my friends are busting their asses to help me get situated in New York, which is very cool. Sergio and Kim are helping me search down roommates, a few new friends have offered me a couch to rest my head on, and Stacey is going to professionalize my resume above and beyond what I would normally attempt.

So goals for this week before I leave for my Mom's on Friday:

Call up NYU and find out what the hell is up with my financial aid.
Do the same with the Fafsa folk.
Put in emails for at least three apartments with people advertizing a need for roommates.
Call up NYU and ask about possible job opportunities.
Check the libraries, the theater, any where.
Email RRP and see if there is anyway I can offer my tech services to him.
Email Bill and ask for any advice he can give me.
Try to plan for a trip down to the city to court a cute kitten.
Put together an Easter package for me mum, and get me pa some candy I guess.
Figure out the whys and the reasons behind them.
Have a stiff drink.
Eat a cookie.
Finish reading that Ionesco book, or else I'll never do it.
And hmm... I don't know... clean myself up a bit? Climb everest? Eat a live siberian elephant who sings camptown races.

::Shakes fist::

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