Orange Planet

I had this dream about having this nice little room, with my Core i7 and insane amounts of RAM, connected with 18Mbps internet and a wifi network with the SSID of “Cosmonaut”. You know, the typical dream of a typical me (people who know me personally will get what I’m hinting at). The new semester at a new university starts in about a month, and I need to move out of my current home. I was waiting for my financial aid to come in so that I could pay for the deposit, but I found out a week ago or so that I won’t get it until sometime next year. I tried applying again but it said “Duplicate Student ID” entered. After calling in, I realized that I will have to submit a paper application.

Not so bad, I said to myself. I went about taking care of my academics, which should be over by Monday. After a study session today, I sat down and started looking for studios. The first one I came across looked fine to me, until I read the pdf application that required me to have my 3 most recent paystubs. Now I haven’t been living in the US for that long, and no one told me that pay stubs were this important. Yes, I didn’t really care for them and I threw them away. Now I realized the gravity of my mistake. I kept looking, and came across another one, except that they wanted me to be earning 3x the rent. Now I work on-campus atm and it barely pays 0.75x of the rent, so that won’t work out either. It is then I realized that what a pickle I was in.

But this is where my “character type” kicks in. I’ll say that so far, I’ve been very happy-go-lucky. Maybe I used up all of it, and will have to chance upon (doesn’t that require luck in and of itself?) something that will refill my “luck bar.” I figure that right now, there’s no point in swearing and brooding over my situation. I have 30 days to make something happen. I may or may not be able to make something happen within the span of 30 days, but I dug my own grave. Hence, I’ll start going to San Jose as often as I can possibly go to start looking for housing.

Here, under “Fallacies of Irresponsibility,” I shall enumerate my experiences in trying to find a place that will take me in as a tenant. If no one does take me in, I’ll have to commute 2 hours to and back from school. My chances of getting a place to live is low(er than before), but it’s not 0%. With this philosophy in mind, I shall tackle the issue at hand. Look forward to the accounts!

Tags: moving out

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