housing saga continues; also, i'm a wreck
here are some more places i've seen. these are not necessarily in chronological order, as i can't really remember the chronological order anymore:
1) room in apartment near lake merritt. nice but small apartment. a bit more than i'd like to pay, but the girl doesn't seem to be emailing me back anyway.
2) room with a bunch of lesbians, also near lake merritt. they had kittens. the kittens were cute. the lesbians didn't choose me.
3) room in north oakland with a grad student and some guy of questionable/unknown employment. excellent location, nice room, overlooked the backyard. they too chose someone else.
4) another room in north oakland with a bunch (well, two) of lesbians. the place was very nice, i would have given them money on the spot if that were an option. they informed me a couple days later that they had found out some friends of theirs needed housing-- so they didn't give the room to me.
5) shithole in emeryville, shown by creepy, unsuccessfully-manipulative, slimy landlord. overpriced and the worst place i've seen yet.
6) room in stuffy apartment in north oakland. the tenant i met was in a wheelchair, and 36, and kind of weird-- probably can be explained by his interest in psychology. i didn't like the atmosphere-- uncomfortable.
7) room in oakland, probably in the neck of the woods near where brian lives. this was a converted livingroom situation-- except the regular tenant would be getting the (larger) livingroom, i'd be getting the bedroom. not too horrible, though the girl seemed a little odd. i'm trying to keep this option open.
8) another room in north oakland. the tenant i talked to most was nice, funny, albeit male, and so was another one of the tenants. i had a feeling he thought i was weird. the rent was good but the utilities very expensive. i never heard back from him.
i've been wanting to write an entry about M but i haven't had any time. this housing search is killing me. i'm practically praying that one of the TWO places i'm seeing after work tonight will work out.
M got kind of irritated with me on the phone last night. he was basically telling me that i shouldn't avoid walking through the livingroom when they're having band practice if i need to. or that i could come in the front door while they're doing so. do you understand what i'm saying?, he said, and i said yeah, but that doesn't mean i'm going to do it. i dunno, it was weird. i just don't like calling attention to myself. ugh. and i've had a headache since i went to bed last night.