From this distant star to this here bar, the me the you the where are we now?

I apologize for the overdramatics of my last post. I was in the midst of pulling my first all-nighter in years, writing a 5000 word paper in one day, and that quote struck me as incredibly pertinent for some reason my 5 am brain only knows. (No, it had nothing to do with my paper, it was from Barnes' History of the World in 10 1/2 chapters. I tend to read while I'm writing--it keeps me focused. A couple of months ago I wrote a 10 page paper and read an entire book in less than four hours at the victory cafe).

So I've been thinking about coincidence. I've come to expect coincidence--that wierd combination will come up, that there will be someone you know. For instance, in Mike's Excellent House Hunt 2004, I've only actually seen three houses. In each one, there was some sort of connection. Sheila, I actually found through Lindsay's journal, so that wasn't that great of a surprise for me, but she seemed a little stunned at the fact that I knew Lindsay and happened to be living with Noel (who is a friend of a friend of hers) and happened to live on the same street as me. [Note to Lindsay: she was gushing about you, about how you are so great, etc, etc, I could only agree]. Sheila's house was pretty good, but it was a three bedroom without any roomates, so I would have had to find 2 roomates within a night. The next apartment I looked at lived a girl who works with one of my commitee members. And the house I looked at today. Well, it took a while to figure out how we looked so familar to each other, but it was Alison from Glebe. Remember her, relevant ex-lisgar readers? She was friends of Sylvie and looked like Josee Chouinard. She still keeps in touch with Sylvie. Crazy. She couldn't quite place me though.

Anyway, both places are flawed, but I'm considering them (assuming that Alison doesn't talk to Sylvie in the interim). They're both very close to school, in my price range. They have kind of opposite flaws though. The apartment one is tiny, but very new, very clean, and maybe a bit uptight. Actually, it's miniscule--the room I'd have I don't think would fit my bed. The only reason I'm thinking about it is that in October the third roomate will be replaced with the fiance of the other. She said that I could then have the other room (which is just as small) as a study then. The one with Alison is much bigger, much older and kind of falling apart, but very relaxed and a little more-studentish. Small, clean, adult vs. large, dirty, student. I don't know.