live alone again

so, i got a very small burrow-like apartment for summer. i will be here until august first. oh, love me! visit me! actually, we should just probably meet at your place or some public facility.

I guess I always knew the truth, but in my own opinion and to get right to the point, this is what i am saying. I, violetbaudelaire, the girl with the thin arms, was lying to myself. Yes, indeed, I was. I was lying to myself. I always knew, in fact, that, in my own opinion that just happened to be on the mark, that a single bedroom apartment would indeed and without further ado be nearly six hundred dollars. (this wordy, run on sentence stuff is just a joke, so you are supposed to be laughing. Thanks.) Yes, ladies and gentleman, small children, and the physically handicapped, the mentally handicapped, and that one person among you who is emotionally handicapped, I will not be able to live alone. Indeed. So I emailed the department and basically said the following, of course in a much nicer, more adept way:

WTF? ok, so could you hook me up with some hot, cool Grad student so i don’t have to live with RA’s and other crazy people on campus for a semester or more? Thanks.

toodles

So, yes. That about sums it up.

Bastards.

I like being alone. Dork.