So I found a new place to live and reached a tentative verbal agreement with the landlord on a reasonable rent arrangement that fits my budget and their needs.
While I was on the phone doing that, the president of the frat knocked on my door and was like "dude can I talk to you for a sec" and I said "gimme a few minutes". Got off the phone, went outside, he says "let's talk inside", go inside, and... SURPRISE! HAPPY BIRTHDAY RYAN!
The frat brothers got me a case of Fat Tire.
I then asked to talk to the president privately and told him I intend to move out.
I feel so crummy right now
...but I know it's the right course of action: giving them as much notice as possible. I offered to pay the full rate they quoted me for the utility bill this month to assuage my conscience. I guess he's going to confer with the treasurer and they'll come up with what they believe to be a reasonable termination fee. That might be a more difficult conversation, since I really don't have the budget to pay *any* termination fee...