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I hate having to come up with titles for blog posts; I think that's the biggest tipoff that they're never really about anything, ever.

I am still looking for a one bedroom to live in next year, close to King ST. Going into SCS&Future or whatever the fuck it's called tomorrow to see if they have any units left on Hippy Hill. I like the idea of living by myself in such a big complex because, while I'll have alone time, I can always make friends with neighbors. Plus I think Amanda will be living just down the hill? Apparently the apartments on top *not* facing King ST have gotten a face lift, and aren't too expensive. We'll see, I guess.

I'm most hesitant to sign a lease at the moment since I don't have a job, but I am confident that I will be able to get one (albeit a shitty one) by the time I have to move. Good news: I got my tax return so I can afford a security deposit.

Last night after spending some time pretending to work at the library, I went with Matt to Murphy's to get a beer, as we both hate going to Douchebag Tuesdays because there's always so many fucking people there. One beer turned into a pitcher that turned into two. Whoops. I feel like my life lately has been a series of accidental drunks. Anyway, we started discussing life, what we want to do, etc., all in a deadly serious and very passionate way, which was very endearing and made me feel really optimistic (though it could have been the drinks. anyway.).

So, I'm pretty sure I'm going to be a baker. I guess I got some planning to do, huh?