Home sweet home...
So I flew into LA this weekend to find myself an apartment. I wasn't having any luck... everything was a piece of shit and nothing was under 800 bones. One place (it was right off of Hollywood Blvd, if that tells you anything) I applied for, because it was big enough and had off street parking, was managed by a 90 yr old Portuguese man and his wife who yelled and each other and spoke no English. I filled out an application but had problems with the other manager (the old man's boss). He said he wanted to meet with me in the morning. It didn't sound promising so I walked across the street and asked about a vacancy there. The manager was and older Russian lady, she told me rent would be $875 + $25 for a parking space, + $25 for a credit check. She convinced my mama it was worth it, and we even went as far as to filling out paperwork, but we were still skeptical. While signing for a credit check, another woman and her 5 kids wanted to look at the apartment (yes, the 1 bedroom). The manager asked us if we were sure we wanted it or not, because otherwise she would show it. We told her we weren't sure, but to go ahead and check our credit, but we were still going to keep looking. She said, well if you want me to hold it, give me a $300 deposit. We said, well if we find something else will you give our deposit back. She said no. We told her to give us a few minutes to think about. She went to show the apartment. We snook out; ran as fast as we could. Fuck that, I'm outtie.
We headed to California Pizza Kitchen for lunch (John Steven from American Idol was eating there too!), and to think about what we were going to do next. Time was running out, our plane back home was leaving first thing in the morning. I needed to find an apartment by the end of the day. On Thursday when we had arrived I'd stopped by my school to see if anybody had posted on the message board looking for a roommate. One girl did, I grabbed her number, but I didn't really want a roommate. I'd use it as a last resort. Well she called when we were eating lunch. I told her her I'd drive back up and meet with her. She was just moving in (from Sacramento). I was sooo nervous. Like how does one conduct a roommate screening? What do you talk about? What kinds of things do you say? What if she doesn't like me? The apartment is right across the street from school. I mean literally, you can roll out of bed and be at school a minute and a half later. It's a gated community, olympic sized swimming pool, fitness center, and HOT HOT HOT BOYS EVERYWHERE. I'm pretty sure 60% of the tenants are hot boys. She was asking $600 for rent. And her dad was getting cable and dsl. They were in a hurry because they were on there way out to Sears to get all new fridge, stackable washer and dryer, and complete furniture from IKEA. We ended our interview and she said she had to meet with one other possible roommate on Monday. Ok, we told her if she changed her mind and let wanted me to let us know ASAP, because I had to find a place before I left. I walked out kinda bummed, and not sure if she liked me or not. And while waiting for the elevator, her dad came running out. "MELISSA WAIT! Kelly really wants you to be her roommate!" DUDE STOKED! She's awesome! I have been so blessed. I couldn't have asked for a better deal. Parking is included (I would have had to pay $20 a month to park near school.) I don't have to drive to school (hi let's save gas). I'm a block away from the mall, urban outfitters, and IKEA. The street I live on is a teeny tiny downtown promenade, filled with the best restaurants, beauty supply stores, used record shops, etc! And now I can afford to get cable AND DSL! Her family is the best, I owe them so much! THANK YOU _____ FAMILY! Uh... yeah, I don't even know their last name... I have it written down somewhere. My roommate is sweet, and she starts school the same day I do, ... that's about all I know for now. She allergic to cats, and I'm most likely not bringing Killer with me, so that makes me sad. But I swear everything else makes up for it. I move in the 13th.
We headed to California Pizza Kitchen for lunch (John Steven from American Idol was eating there too!), and to think about what we were going to do next. Time was running out, our plane back home was leaving first thing in the morning. I needed to find an apartment by the end of the day. On Thursday when we had arrived I'd stopped by my school to see if anybody had posted on the message board looking for a roommate. One girl did, I grabbed her number, but I didn't really want a roommate. I'd use it as a last resort. Well she called when we were eating lunch. I told her her I'd drive back up and meet with her. She was just moving in (from Sacramento). I was sooo nervous. Like how does one conduct a roommate screening? What do you talk about? What kinds of things do you say? What if she doesn't like me? The apartment is right across the street from school. I mean literally, you can roll out of bed and be at school a minute and a half later. It's a gated community, olympic sized swimming pool, fitness center, and HOT HOT HOT BOYS EVERYWHERE. I'm pretty sure 60% of the tenants are hot boys. She was asking $600 for rent. And her dad was getting cable and dsl. They were in a hurry because they were on there way out to Sears to get all new fridge, stackable washer and dryer, and complete furniture from IKEA. We ended our interview and she said she had to meet with one other possible roommate on Monday. Ok, we told her if she changed her mind and let wanted me to let us know ASAP, because I had to find a place before I left. I walked out kinda bummed, and not sure if she liked me or not. And while waiting for the elevator, her dad came running out. "MELISSA WAIT! Kelly really wants you to be her roommate!" DUDE STOKED! She's awesome! I have been so blessed. I couldn't have asked for a better deal. Parking is included (I would have had to pay $20 a month to park near school.) I don't have to drive to school (hi let's save gas). I'm a block away from the mall, urban outfitters, and IKEA. The street I live on is a teeny tiny downtown promenade, filled with the best restaurants, beauty supply stores, used record shops, etc! And now I can afford to get cable AND DSL! Her family is the best, I owe them so much! THANK YOU _____ FAMILY! Uh... yeah, I don't even know their last name... I have it written down somewhere. My roommate is sweet, and she starts school the same day I do, ... that's about all I know for now. She allergic to cats, and I'm most likely not bringing Killer with me, so that makes me sad. But I swear everything else makes up for it. I move in the 13th.