In Good Company

A lot has happened since my last blog, but I can't remember anything that doesn't have to do with my current living situation, or lack thereof.

I'm not going to go into it, but long story short my lease with Town Lake Apartments got severely botched and I now don't have a place to live. Details are being kept low profile. School starts next Wednesday so I've been frantically searching for any sort of living arrangement. Apartments, efficiencies, needed roommates on Craigslist, even people who are willing to trade cheap rent for my housekeeping services. It hasn't been a very hopeful search with school starting in just a week, but I'm keeping to it.

What really bugs me about this whole thing is my forced imposition. I don't know how long it's going to take to find a decently priced place to live, but so far it looks like I'm going to be bumming on couches for a little while. My friends have been real helpful about my situation and I appreciate all their help, but I just don't want to be anyone's couch bum.

During the first two excruciatingly rough days of this ordeal I found a dead bird at my front door.






If this is a sign it's not a good one.

In other news, I played Wii for the first time a few days ago. Not too bad. I got to play some Wii Sports and some Mario Kart which still remains as one of the best games ever created. Also, my mom made paella yesterday for my dad's birthday (it was a belated celebration). That is quite a news story in itself. It's that good.


In conclusion.
I'm homeless in Austin, but at least I'm in good company.

The Failure, The Unusual, and The Practical

The Failure

I absolutely failed at keeping up with my blog. I didn't even make it past the first entry. Anyway it's my first blog failure. Hype-to-failure behavior is my thing. There's no success like failure and failure is no success at all. Alright, Bob. I'll start again.


The Unusual

My nightmares are more and more frequent. However, last night's dream was my own last supper and my bittersweet ending. Someone was coming after me and I knew I was probably going to die soon, but unlike my other dreams where I'm running for what seems like endless days and nights I had gotten together with all my friends from high school and Bobby and we were sitting at a big table eating dinner together one last time. Old friends, best friends, friends who I could never be friends with again where all there. Seems like I've assumed a "fuck it" attitude even in my nightmares.


The Practical

Starting to decide what I should do after I graduate. Maybe I'll work. Maybe I'll go to graduate school. It all seems secure. It all seems pretty practical. But I've never been practical. I hate practicality. At what lengths will I avoid it? At what lengths should I avoid it? In all practicality, I'm just wondering if I have the capability.