Breezy all at Sea

Today has been a crap day. Stupid Friday the 13th really lived up to its hype for me.

First, my hair colorist didn’t color my roots. Which is what I went in for. Instead, they colored the rest of my hair, which also needed doing, but what is the point of a foil if you don’t color the roots? So they told me to come back in about a week and they’ll touch up the roots for free. And they threw in a bottle of expensive conditioner (Kerastase). So I guess it worked out, but I wasn’t happy for about 4 of the hours I was sitting there today. My hair cut turned out great, so I was happy about that.

And then I got home to find the email I had been dreading. I found this apartment on craigslist in MC the other night and it’s perfect. The girl is renting out the other rbedroom in her apartment, and it has a separate bathroom. It has a balcony, fireplace, undercover gated parking, a rooftop pool and is in the perfect (and I mean perfect) location. Also, the rent is about what I expected to pay and everyone in the building is my age. We have been emailing all week, exchanged phone numbers and myspace.com links. She seems completely normal and cool. My cousin took time out of her crazy, busy life to go look at the apartment yesterday and told me how fabulous it was. The girl even emailed me to tell me how great my cousin was and that she would be following up with me today.  Today, I get an email telling me that I seem great, etc., but that she doesn’t want to rent to me because she hasn’t met me in person. Which I understand, because after all, I was going to rent a place unseen and with a girl I’ve never met. But what I don’t understand is why wait until today to tell me? She knew I wasn’t living in the area, she met my cousin, sent me pictures of the apartment, and emailed me all week. Why waste my time and my cousin’s time to decide this today? I’m just so bummed. This is the second apartment that hasn’t worked out, and I just don’t even want to look anymore. I can’t find a job, the job listings are getting smaller by the day, and now I have to start over looking for an apartment in a city full of weirdos. I’m just over it. Nothing seems to be working out here or there, and I don’t know what to do. I was so looking forward to moving out in about 2 weeks and driving down to start my new life. And now I’m stuck here at home for who knows how much longer. And honestly, I’m getting really, really sick of it. I don’t know what to do. It was the perfect apartment, and I guess that when things seem to be good to be true, they are. I even emailed her back and asked if there was anything I could do to change her mind. She hasn’t answered, and I doubt there is anything that will change her mind.

So, where’s Jason? Send him on in…