All I Can Say Is...Whoa.

So yeah, shit got really fucked up. I mean really fucked up. I thought I was gonna be OK and not get kicked out of the dorms, but apparantly I was wrong. I found out on Monday that I had to be completely moved out by 5:00 p.m. on Wednesday (now it's Wednesday morning and I haven't even started packing) and I have no place to live. I mean, I can crash at my friend Derrek's frat house for a while, but without a job it's hard to get a place to live. I spent the majority of Tuesday picking up job applications and calling people I don't know (which I hate doing) about apartments and such. I ended up finding a few places that are hiring that I have a good chance of getting hired at, as well as finding a sweet apartment for a relatively good price. The fact that I had accomplished that much for myself as well as a few friends who are also being kicked out was slightly satisfying, but at the same time it just reinforces the urgency of the situation. My friend Jamie's parents have previously offered to pay for a few months worth of an apartment, but the way I figure if we can get them to pay the 350 dollar deposit then we'll be good until about February. With a 12 month lease, we get December free, and with some pooling of the Christmas money we should be able to pay for January no problem. That leaves us two months to work our asses off to save up money to pay for future rent and food and all that fun stuff. But we have to get jobs first. That's the downside. Ah well. This shit'll buff out. Hopefully. Also, I definitely platypus* need to start going to all my classes next semester. I fucked around way too much this semester, and I am most definitely going to be on acedemic probation. That means that I need to get almost all A's in order to get off that acedemic probation as soon as possible. Next semester is going to be a complete 180 from this semester, since I will have to be a responsible college student. Not fuck around, go to class, study, keep a job, pay for rent/food/etc., and all that jazz. Should be interesting. Anyways, I'm sick of typing. Adieu. Josh


*random insert of the word "platypus" as directed by the afformentioned Derrek.