seymouria

I've moved house. I live in the 'hip' neighborhood now I guess. At least, more grown-up and off campus. More bikes, artists, frisbees, and tight pants. Less frat boys, freshmen, scooters, and pizza places.

My boyfriend lives four blocks away in a beautiful house designed by Frank Lloyd Wright. Lucky. Last night we grilled hotdogs in his garden. His big, lush, gorgeous garden.

Today I sold back books from last semester so I could afford to go out for sushi this week. Hurrah!

I'm going to go enjoy the cable that we are mysteriously getting free-of-charge (shh! don't tell anyone!)