Loan Officer

So, I want to buy a condo. I don't know if I can take living with my parents for another four years (anticipated length of PhD), but I can't stomach the thought of renting, so I want to buy. I found a condo I liked in DeKalb (and a couple in Rockford, but finding a roommate will be easier in DeKalb, plus I'll save on gas, be close to campus, lots of pluses), but haven't looked at it yet, because I don't want to fall in love with it and then not be able to have it.

My next step is to find out if I can get approved for a loan, so I walked into a bank and talked with a loan officer for 45 minutes! She was nice (though I suspect could have told me the bad news much earlier than she did), but on my own, with my income (teaching four classes a year does not get me much), I can only afford a loan half of what I need. But I'm not going to admit defeat yet. There's more than one way to skin a cat (although gross, who would want to do that?).

I've finished watching season two of Buffy. I told my friend, no matter how much I beg and cry, not to give me season three until next week. So, hopefully, I'll regain a little normalcy back into my life. I'm reading: John Keats's Odes by Helen Vendler for a presentation I'm giving tonight, poems by Shelley for class tonight. I've slowly, a page or two a day, been chipping away at The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. My Blockbuster movies have been sitting, unwatched next to my tv, plus people keep lending (okay, I keep borrowing) films that I'd like to watch that I haven't. I want another spring break, or rather, I'm ready for summer!