move

I need to move.

(Of course, I have needed to move back to the East Coast since I first stepped off the plane and onto the concourse at Honolulu International - Hawaii, great rock to visit, horrible to live - but in this case, I mean move within the confines of an approximate 40 x 40 square mile island.)

All three of my roommates decided that while I was on the big island for about a month, they would all move out. Without telling me. Fine, they're under no contract or lease or obligation - but isn't that kind of a dick move? I mean, I don't know everything, and I don't expect them to stand by me till the end, but... at least a text message? Maybe a few days before you move out? Or maybe I'm just overreacting. Who knows.

So I'm looking for an apartment, preferably somewhere not riddled with speed and crack addicts. And also somewhere affordable. And also somewhere clean enough that I wouldn't mind my folks stopping by to check it out. The three of which seem impossible to find in the same place. Oh yeah, and I'd like it not to be too far from where I live now, seeing as how I'm going to have to make several trips to get all my stuff to a new place. And in a good neighborhood. I'm so demanding.


I'm sure, this being my first post, I should be under some obligation to introduce myself and write some cute little paragraph about my life so far and my hopes and dreams and goals and what I do and where I go and all that. Eh. I like good music. I like good movies. I like good things. I sometimes bury my emotions, sometimes wear them on my sleeve. Everything good that seems to happen is inevitably followed by something bad. So here it is, a beginning, a start, an introduction. Take it or leave it.


currenty listening: matt costa - "ballad of miss kate"