I woke up around 7:30 after my sister made a great deal of noise in the bathroom. It's a reminder of the dorm days when I would be awaken by my roommates' shuffling around in the morning. Ah, memories.

It was a double duty. I called one of the prospective roommate for an apartment that I was looking at. For the fourth time, she wasn't there. Then I called Marisol. At least the phone wasn't busy, but her parents respected her sleep (unlike me. I cannot recall how many times my mom called my dorm room and told my roommate to "WAKE HER UP!"). Yes, it was a pretty uneventful morning. Then two hours later, I promptly called both of them again. Fortunately, I was able to reach my prospective roommate. Although earlier I was dismayed that an one-bedroom apartment would be shared among three people, I was easily convinced that this apartment was the place for me. I can nap between classes again! :) Maybe skipping on the 6-guy house is okay after all. I am crossing my fingers. As for Marisol, I finally reached her at 1. No San Francisco beach party though. 'Twas too windy.

Oh and I got my paycheck. Then I researched domain hosting services. Alas. My paycheck wouldn't last very long if I finally paid my fair share for good, back-to-the-basics hosting.

I am prepared for scribble.nu shutdown. I must finish my autobiography. Must finish.