Tuesday night, my boyfriend lynched me onstage as part of a performance for a special topics class. I protested the death penalty, much to the upset of my conservative parents. As a result of "my antics," I now have to locate a new apartment and support myself. Standing up for your beliefs has consequences. So my director's girlfriend offers to split the brand new apartment she just leased...since she's at the director's house all the time, I can have the master bedroom and survive knowing the rent is a fraction of what my parents were paying for me to live alone. Synchronicity and Karma are my allies.
Today we looked at the place. It has that new apartment smell and is just across the street from the campus...no more driving fifteen minutes to school in the morning. I am one happy bitch.