More apartment hunting. The one I liked is gone; someone turned in the deposit early yesterday morning. Went and looked at a studio yesterday--rather claustrophobic, about the size of my bedroom here. But then--the lady who manages the one bedroom I liked has a studio open; I went and looked at it, and it's gorgeous. The tenant was still there, and it was actually cool to see it decorated, and--ooooooh. I ran home, got the application and deposit and ran back, and just have to get a couple more papers back to the lady tomorrow, and hopefully it'll be a go. I really like it. It'd be open about the second week of April.
Of course, every time I blog about something I'm hoping for (like jobs) it doesn't work out. So, uh, we'll see. I'm keeping my fingers crossed, but it ain't over 'till it's over.
Sent out a couple stories, which makes me feel like I got something accomplished writing-wise today.
Didn't make it to the zoo today because of running back and forth, but I did go up to Balboa park to get an ice cream cone. (It's about eight minutes due north of the apartment, yaaaay!) Yesterday I was there, and went to the free museums. (Every Tuesday, a certain number of museums are free.) The art museum had an Annie Liebowitz photography exhibit, which was actually pretty neat. I know photography is just another form of art, but I keep wondering what makes a *good* photo. I know good ones when I see them, but I don't know *why* they're good (this is also just partly me being neurotic about wanting rules for everything, or at least guidelines.) This also comes after watching the documentary "Born into Brothels," where a lady gives cameras to a bunch of kids born to mothers working in India's brothels, and they take a lot of good pictures. Good film, by the way, if you haven't seen it.
And, speaking of photography, pics from yesterday's trip to the botanical building!