Williamsburg, you bitch.

Right, so as a few of you know, and one of you almost knows but refuses to call me back, and one of you is in taiwan (you know who you are), I'm not living at 718 next semester- I'm living in 709, next door. This isn't a problem in and of itself, but the fact that I only found out when *I* called, is just plain stupid. "someone" apparently was meant to get in touch with me about the change, with no semblance of a follow up. Ah well- there is no recourse, since I didn't get the apartment number in writing (or did I? I suppose I'll find out when I unpack my shit).