I'm so ready to be out of college housing. My neighbor across and down a floor from me had a big party last night. His guests decided it was funny to throw stuff out of his window (at least a nerf football and some coins, probably other things). They were loud until the wee hours of the morning. Since I live on the "courtyard" of the building (the inside of the U shape), I got to hear everything they said. I couldn't shut my windows because it's roasting on the fourth floor, even with all the radiators off. I tried calling my RA, but she wasn't home. I was going to call the on-call RA if I couldn't fall asleep, but somehow I did.
Today I'm going to walk around the downtown area and write down names and phone numbers for apartment buildings. I don't think much will be available in the middle of the month. However, if we start calling around Feb. 8th when rents are normally due, someone might have put in their 30 days notice. I wouldn't mind moving during spring break. I guess I can live with waiting to move until summer after Jamey and I are married. I'm just so sick of college housing.
Current mood:
cranky