Give a hand to the girls who go after the diamond dolls

My dreams last night involved a Trading Spaces where they were trying to construct an igloo (sounds like a Hildi project), a pair of giant rollerskates, Ewan McGregor, a funeral, an annoying girl, and a graphing calculator with every economics formula I've ever used on it. I'm so confused. =)

Today is Apartment Hunt day, made only more challenging by the fact that its basically completely computer-driven. I'd like to have three or four good choices before I go back up to Knoxville to check them out in person, maybe end of this week or next.