Jazz is going to pick me up this evening, in about 15 minutes, and we’re going to go to the house and go over the lease.
Honestly, I’m only going so that I’ll know what’s going on. I don’t think I’m even signing the thing. Before you get all up in arms, I have an overdeveloped sense of guilt to keep me honest. Also, Jazz and I will probably draw up our own mini-lease for me, since I’m not paying anything but utilities.
Now I just need to pick up my dress from the gal who’s supposedly hemming it for me (I have to wear it Thursday for dress rehearsal…what? that makes no sense), research renewing my student loans for next semester, and go tell Student Life to kiss my butt, and I will have accomplished all of my “Big” items for the week.
Also, the term “African-American” as a blanket phrase for all black people gets on my nerves a little more each day. Just thought I’d throw that in there, because I don’t have enough controversy in my life.