DON'T PANIC.

...just because the majority of the universe's underlings have suddenly banded together (with unfathomable cohesiveness) in an effort to stretch you to the very limit of your mediocre elasticity, does NOT mean that you are pre-determined to snap, fall apart, and/or crumble. furthermore, it is only a majority (something to which you have always given the utmost scrutiny); it is NOT, say, the "be all end all."

now then...

the problem:
you might not have a place to live in your most-favoured city [minneapolis] come the first of august.

solutions/ideas:
1. leave! get out! move back to sweden! move to england! move anywhere you bloody want to!
2. search! find a different place! find a campground!
3. trust! it WILL work out! everyone [aside from the ill-tempered jerk that seems to be squatting in your betrothed room] is working in your best interests cos you are a prime objective in theirs!

perks vs. complications of perks:
1. many would see it as a bold, brave move--an explorer getting back into the swing of uncharted turf. VS. you would know that all it really signifies is your bow to defeat--a reluctant explorer raising the flag of cowardice upon new shores.
2. you could go back to nordeast! you would probably find a cheaper place to live! VS. you would not be where you really want to be. AND! you would start drinking alone again... and really, there quite enough dodgy photographs of you on the intraweb, as it is.
3. you would have something to believe in. you would have faith. silver-linings and half-full glasses every which way you turn! VS. you would buy into all the self-help, newish-aged crap your mum has been throwing at you. you would be that opening song of Legally Blonde. you would smile more... it would scare people. not to mention, a few weeks of that and you'd be waltzing with self-loathing like a von trapp family vacation to twin peaks.

morals&the points being:
1. if you're using coincidental bad luck as a sign to leave the one city in which you feel most at-home, you are being nothing short of pusillanimous. [that's right! you heard me! PUSILLANIMOUS.]
2. do not backslide into that hobbit-way of life again. reclusivity does not work for anyone until AFTER they are famous and therefore hounded by the media and shiny teenage girls with homemade glitter-fonts on neon posterboards.
3. hope is only a tourniquet--a quick fix. it cannot take responsibility for either saving or amputating the limb.

lastly...

isn't it time you composed a "how i'm going to fix this" [this being your life] list?

i.e.
1. budget.
2. get second job.
3. get out of debt.
4. go back to school by winter term.
5. insist that everyone now call it, "winTERM."

i expect a list to be done and published by wednesday evening. [i know, i know... you're "busy"... commuting and working yourself to death and so forth... [[a-hem! *cough*(avoidance)*cough, cough*]] but, this timeframe is not by any means, unreasonable or undoable.]

[[do your best...
just make sure it's perfect.]]