The Young Woman and the Sea

So, I was mistaken. I did not get an A in the Hemingway class.

I got an A+.

And according the Professor, the last time he gave an A+ was years ago.

Please, God, don't let me lose this writing streak.

So i'm all moved in to my new apartment. It has now dawned on me how much stuff i've gotten rid of. This move took two trips. The last move took five. Today I sold my fridge and in a few weeks i'm going to go home with my books, photos and memorabilia so my mumsy can hang onto it for posterity. I've even shed responsibility of dearest Hamlet. The guys are going to take care of him for now, and the Guy Who is Moving into My Once Room (i've GOT to think of a better psuedonym!) is going to keep him in return for all the stuff i've left in the room (a closet rack, curtains etc.).

The Artist has been away and came back on Monday. Him, the elephant and I are an unlucky but quite happy trio and it looks as though it's going to stay that way till August or Kingdom come, whicever first.

Speaking of August, I told my Dad about moving to Chile and he's having a hissy fit.

I should have stuck to my original plan and not told anyone anything. But my mother cried over that idea so i'm trying to be nice. Anyway, I make my own rules...

Turns out the "prison ground" of yesterday is only a "state police training ground" and i'm embarassed of that because I felt adventurous. Well, I crossed those highways anyway.

It's STATISTICS time at work and i'm reminded of why i'm not a math major... and so my days go. August 18th is graduation day. La hora llega...