Cup of Java

Apparently I'm going camping tonight. It's been ages since I've done that. A friend from ages back has this little house (more of a shack) on a lake. Supposedly it's in rough shape (it was in rough shape 8 years ago, last time I was there), so we're going to be sleeping al fresco. The worst part of it is, there used to be a sandbar that connected the island to the mainland, but now it's underwater so you have to wade through it...about thigh deep. That part I'm not looking forward to. I don't know why they can't get a raft. They used to have a canoe...be nice to use it. So silly. I'm still not sure why we're going there but, whatever. Should be interesting at least. And it's free...which is even better. Can't beat free entertainment.

Just had some people come by to look at my apartment. I never know what to say to them. I just figured I'd get out out the way and let them do their thing. There were two people...hopefully only one of them was going to take the place...cos there's no way two people could live in this space. It's just barely a one bedroom...closer to a studio. There's a separate bedroom and all but the kitchen is part of the livingroom. For one it's fine. For two it'd be a bit tight.

I'm going to have to start looking soon. I hate moving and apartment hunting. I'm not looking forward to it at all. There is a disillusionment that occurs too quickly. You start off thinking you'll find an amazing place and when you go to see what is actually out there...all hopes get dashed. I guess those people with the great apartments don't move out so they are never avaliable or something. That, or they are just out of whatever range I can afford. *sigh* I wonder how long we can put it off before we screw ourselves over with no place to live?