I have a place to live, just like a real person! I can move in on the first of August. The rental agency wins, because I can pay rent online and because they have a website that doesn't make me want to claw my eyes out. I've never actually seen the apartment, but it seems fairly well-liked, and it's a ten-minute bike ride from campus. Score.

Now all I need is a hot tub. And a piano. And a projector. And Rock Band. And a basement filled with enormous beanbag chairs. And a front porch with a couch. And piles of Paul's books to borrow. And Paul.