01 July 2000
Most of what I have not been writing about for the past week revolves around an apartment, and the reason I have not written about it is because I'm astoundingly superstitious about mentioning the topic. I mean, look at my year, housing-wise:
Fall semester-- Whoops, no homestay host for Kristin! She gets to share an attic room with a stranger for eight weeks with a psychotic lesbian artist for a substitute host mother!
April-- Oh, how lovely. Kristin's roommate decides that she needs to move out. Naturally, he informed her of the decision approximately two weeks after most other Mac students had found housing for the following year.
May-- In another lovely event, the two friends with whom Kristin was going to live made other arrangements just before going home for the summer, once again leaving Kristin in the lurch.
So, am I bitter? Perhaps yes. Do I have reason to be paranoid as all hell? Also yes. I've been knocking on wood like mad for weeks, and I tell you, even writing this much is making me nervous. On the other hand, the Karmic Boomerang (a la Rob) definitely owes me, big time. Please, knock on some wood for me, and I promise to give you all the details once a lease is signed.