Not a one-liner

No, this is not a one-liner. That being said, don't worry; I'll keep it short.
Found a flat. A good one, I believe.
The neighbourhood looks decent enough (I have yet to see but one crackhead roaming around) and it's relatively close to my college (my guess is twentyish minutes to half an hour via public transportation and dependant of traffic).
The apartment itself is neither small, neither large. Actually, for a bachelor pad, it is kinda big. But I don't mind.
And the owners seem like a really good folk. They're young, funny and they do seem fair. But time will tell on that one; I'm really gullible when it comes to people and their intentions.
The price... Well, it's in my price range. The midlle to high end of it. But it's actually a good price; between me and you, they could have gotten more dough for that place. Again, I'm perfectly happy with that.
But, don't worry; I'll find something wrong with this place soon enough.

EDIT: 

In the light of certain comments made in this post by the author himself, I would like to state that I did not dress into or, by any means, try to impersonate a woman as a means of getting the apartment. I could never pull it off with my legs.

Notice

I'm going flat huntning again, so I might not be here for a couple of days (but feel free to leave a comment so I know you were thinking of me and I'll be sure to follow you all up when I get back); cross them fingers!

Not fat!

Shortly after telling me I should lose some weight 'cause I'm starting to look like my father, my grandma became mildly offended when I couldn't eat all of the cake she had put on my plate.

DNA ruined my day

Flat searching is a bit sexist; apparently, I'm one vagina short of an apartment.

Studying

Nothing says "exam time" better than a good old panic attack waking you up at six o'clock in the morning; lock up your books, and lock them up good, for, today, they will be hit hard!

Lazy is what I am

It's Monday and I'm feeling very garfieldish; easily annoyed and in dire need of lasagna.

I'm old

A glass of milk, a handful of cookies, a nice little book and my cozy ol' bed; partying hard makes me rest even harder nowadays.

Party

In about three hours I will be deeply, profoundly drunk which I am totally ok with; I'm not much of a dancer anyway.

No good deed...

If your good deed actually goes unpunished, you are probably doing it wrong and you'll regret doing it in the end.