So, it's starting to hit me. I'm done school, and I haven't got a clue as to what to do next. I've been reworking my resumé, looking at York's online career advice, and thinking about what I like to do and what I'm good at and what I hate to do and what stresses me out in a work environment. I know that it will work out and I'll find something and maybe I'll like it and that will be good, or I won't like it and I can leave and find something else. I know I have good marks and good references and good work experience, and that I'm not stuck. So, I shouldn't worry, but of course I am. Good old fear of the unknown, eh?

I'm also trying to find a place to live in September. Since my sublet runs out at the end of August, I get to compete with all the university students for living quarters. I want to stay in this neighbourhood (Chinatown/Kensington Market) and I would REALLY like to have laundry on-site. I am so sick of hoarding quarters and getting ripped off. Seriously, the laundromat down the road charges $2.25 for a washer and 25 cents for five minutes in the dryer. It ends up costing me about ten bucks to do two loads of laundry, unless I want to hang everything up in my room for a couple of days. It's obscene. And the rent here is high compared to most of Canada. I'll be happy to find a room for $500 inclusive — really happy. My first apartment, which had the drawback of being located in Brock Vegas, but was large and had two bedrooms and a big living room, was only $562 inclusive. I only paid half of that, and did not realise how sweet that was.

I'm thinking of moving in August in order to beat the rush of students, but that means I'll have to pay double-rent for that month. And this whole job stress thing just adds to my housing stress, because how can I convince people to let me move in if I don't have a job? Plus I get to start paying back my student loans in November, and the numbers they're throwing at me are TERRIFYING.

But I want to stay in this neighbourhood, because I love it. There are trees everywhere, and the cheapest and best groceries I've ever seen, and lots of interesting events I can walk to, and Chris lives ten minutes away (on foot!), and other friends live right in the neighbourhood, and people have these elaborate gardens in their front yards, and I don't even need to use public transit anymore because I'm so close to everything. And there is a Chinese bakery (conveniently named Chinese Bakery!) that sells three buns for a dollar, and a falafel place on Baldwin that sells great falafel for two bucks, and a Vietnamese place on Spadina with subs for a buck fifty, and Cheese Magic which has tasty cheese and saucy clerks, and My Market Bakery where you can get a bag of day old bagels and breads that are so good and only a DOLLAR and let's not even TALK about the desserts in there because they look so good that I have to avert my eyes every time!, and Chinese markets that sell sweet potatoes for 39 cents a pound, and how could I ever go back to grocery store living? Clearly, I could not, so I must find an apartment in this area, an apartment with laundry on-site and fun roommates and low rent, so I'm hoping that Jesus still likes me and will arrange that for me. Or, if that fails, maybe the Fates, or even Thor. Oh, and a job too. And a puppy. I think that's it.

WE EAT HAM AND JAM AND SPAM A LOT: Monty Python's Camelot scene + Star Trek = amusement