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Ah, delicious irony. First time in a month that I actually have something to talk about on my lj, and the whole site slows to a standstill. Darn Russians! /fist shake
Anyway, what I wanted to say is that I had a meeting with the financial aid department at the Art Institute yesterday -- *checks clock* okay, the day before yesterday -- and my attendance in the fall is all but a done deal. I can only afford to take two classes at this point due to a bunch of complicated monetary shenanigans that nobody's really interested in, but I'm applying to every scholarship I can find and my mom said she'd try to slip me some money under the table like, plus I'll of course be working at the same time, so hopefully things'll work out.
The real part that worries me is the move. Even renting a bedroom from homeowners in one of the smaller cities that Seattle's swallowed over the decades costs upwards of $400 a month, plus utilities, and nearly everyone on craigslist is asking for at least two months rent up front. This is only sensible, but it puts me in a real bind, due to the fact that I'm only working twenty hours a week and have no savings. Finding a really nice middle-aged couple and playing the pity card might work; I'm really good at getting people my parent's age to start feeling parental, though thinking about it kind of makes me feel bad. What I'd really like, though, is a shared apartment with other students in the area; I'd really like to start making some local friends my own age. Not that you all aren't lovely, but...idk. I've been feeling really isolated this year, with nobody I could just hang out with without careful pre-planning several weeks in advance. Me, a social creature? Who'd have thought.
In other news, there's a red dot on my right calf a bit smaller than a dime that itches. It seems to be a simple bug bite, but I am Suspicious and Watching It Closely. This would be a really shitty time to get MRSA again.
Anyway, what I wanted to say is that I had a meeting with the financial aid department at the Art Institute yesterday -- *checks clock* okay, the day before yesterday -- and my attendance in the fall is all but a done deal. I can only afford to take two classes at this point due to a bunch of complicated monetary shenanigans that nobody's really interested in, but I'm applying to every scholarship I can find and my mom said she'd try to slip me some money under the table like, plus I'll of course be working at the same time, so hopefully things'll work out.
The real part that worries me is the move. Even renting a bedroom from homeowners in one of the smaller cities that Seattle's swallowed over the decades costs upwards of $400 a month, plus utilities, and nearly everyone on craigslist is asking for at least two months rent up front. This is only sensible, but it puts me in a real bind, due to the fact that I'm only working twenty hours a week and have no savings. Finding a really nice middle-aged couple and playing the pity card might work; I'm really good at getting people my parent's age to start feeling parental, though thinking about it kind of makes me feel bad. What I'd really like, though, is a shared apartment with other students in the area; I'd really like to start making some local friends my own age. Not that you all aren't lovely, but...idk. I've been feeling really isolated this year, with nobody I could just hang out with without careful pre-planning several weeks in advance. Me, a social creature? Who'd have thought.
In other news, there's a red dot on my right calf a bit smaller than a dime that itches. It seems to be a simple bug bite, but I am Suspicious and Watching It Closely. This would be a really shitty time to get MRSA again.