If you will recall my previous post about how annoying it is to find an apartment, you may care to hear that I found one! I move the end of September, which seems a little far away, but it’s really good for two reasons: First, I get the exact floor plan I want, with a washer/dryer, in the building I want, with covered parking, on the third floor. Both the parking and the apartment are on the third floor, that is. Second, that far away, my parents can’t really come up with any real objections. Their big thing is that the longer I stay with them, the more money I can save. And I’m not quite “saving” money even now so much as “getting out of debt.” But I have my emergency fund fully funded, and I’ve paid off so much debt, it’s liberating. I’m not out yet, but I can be by the end of September if I suck up some things. I’m going to flock this post, so I will share a link to where I’ll be living in Old Town Plano. Yee!
Month: July 2008
If you will recall my previous post about how annoying it is to find an apartment, you may care to hear that I found one!
I move the end of September, which seems a little far away, but it’s really good for two reasons: First, I get the exact floor plan I want, with a washer/dryer, in the building I want, with covered parking, on the third floor. Both the parking and the apartment are on the third floor, that is. Second, that far away, my parents can’t really come up with any real objections. Their big thing is that the longer I stay with them, the more money I can save. And I’m not quite “saving” money even now so much as “getting out of debt.” But I have my emergency fund fully funded, and I’ve paid off so much debt, it’s liberating. I’m not out yet, but I can be by the end of September if I suck up some things.
I’m going to flock this post, so I will share a link to where I’ll be living in Old Town Plano. Yee!
Why can’t every apartment complex give this kind of helpful information on their Web sites so I can narrow my decision down?! Instead, the leasing agents are like, “Ummmm… When do you, like, need to move?” My move-in date is flexible, which makes their heads explode. One agent went so far as telling me that rents vary from day to day from $705 to $780. I think $75 is a pretty big range considering that it’s actually 75 times 12, which adds up! Or I could just flush $900 down the toilet and call it 2008: The Year Ashley Fell Apart and Wasted $900 on Rent Just to Get the Frak Out of Waxahachie.
Why can’t every apartment complex give this kind of helpful information on their Web sites so I can narrow my decision down?! Instead, the leasing agents are like, “Ummmm… When do you, like, need to move?” My move-in date is flexible, which makes their heads explode. One agent went so far as telling me that rents vary from day to day from $705 to $780. I think $75 is a pretty big range considering that it’s actually 75 times 12, which adds up! Or I could just flush $900 down the toilet and call it 2008: The Year Ashley Fell Apart and Wasted $900 on Rent Just to Get the Frak Out of Waxahachie.
I asked my therapist last time about dreams. He said what I pretty much already knew: Sometimes they’re simple manifestations of anxiety or worry, sometimes they’re your brain trying to process events that it can’t “normally” process, sometimes they’re symbolic, and sometime they’re just mental junk. I suppose I give my dreams more significance rather than less. I feel like my dreams are me talking to me. I’m not a linear person AT ALL, and the fact that I make sense to anyone outside of my head is me forcing myself into conventional thought and speech patterns. So, I figure my dreams are my brain unleashed from that.
That said, I had an interesting dream last night! First, I somehow came upon a photo shoot of my friend from church camp who is now a rock star and found me on Facebook last Fall. Only it wasn’t really him. The only really real him is really him. (Couldn’t resist.) He was much taller that I think he really is. I don’t remember exactly how tall he is in real life, as the last time I saw him was in passing when I was a sophomore or junior in college. So! In my dream he was tall and dreamy and having a photo shoot with no shirt on. Somehow, he talked me into having my own photo shoot. I resisted because of body issues, but he eventually convinced me. Clearly, this was a DREAM, because in my photo shoot I was naked holding a basketball strategically. Oh, I wasn’t covering any of my naughty bits. I was using the ball to cover my tummy, which wasn’t as flat as I want it to be.
Yes, I brought my workout clothes to hit the Curves after work today. I’ve got to get ready for that basketball!
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