Okay, ignore the last entry. It turns out that no bills were included in the rent. While the rent itself was pretty cheap, bills would have almost doubled the rent each month. Ouch.

So, still looking for a house. Wishing for a house. Don’t want an apartment. Actually, that’s not true. I could do an apartment. Just no more college apartment. But apartments for grown-ups mean one of two things. Either 1) far away, or 2) kids. Both of which are bad.

Someone buy me a house in South Austin. I’ll pay you back in sunshine and love. And maybe a Cherry Dr Pepper if you’re lucky. C’maaan, doit!

In other news, or not so news, school is ending in a few weeks. Yesterday I registered for the last two required classes of my life (I’m still deciding if I want to throw in a few more to up me to full-time and to have some fun electives). Port critique is May 10. Today I had a meeting with a client on what looks like is going to be a summer project. It’s freakin’ hot outside and I can’t wait for the break from school for a few months.

I’d better make it amazing, it’s the last one I get.