In Coffee Spoons

1. Explore my personal philosophy.

2. Learn more about philosophy.

3. Never stop learning.

4. Get my certification as a medical clerk.

5. Have an excellent semester.

6. Become a better writer.

7. Write every day.

8. Write ten poems.

9. Post 43 of my favourite poems.

10. Own a bookstore.

11. Read 100 books.

12. Read more classics.

13. Be more creative.

14. Learn how to draw.

15. Learn how to paint.

16. Make a collage.

17. Post 43 of my favourite works of art.

18. Learn more about art history.

19. Learn more about music.

20. Listen to more classical music.

21. Post 43 of my favourite song lyrics.

22. Make a short film.

23. Make an indie horror film.

24. Watch more art films.

25. Watch more foreign films.

26. Learn French.

27. Learn Welsh.

28. Learn Japanese.

29. Travel the world.

30. Become a fabulous cook.

31. Try new recipes.

32. Explore new flavours of tea.

33. Lose 55 pounds.

34. Eat healthier.

35. Eat more fruits and vegetables.

36. Exercise daily.

37. Do my yoga and meditation every day.

38. Stop pulling my hair.

39. Stop picking my skin.

40. Cleanse my face every morning and night.

41. Be unapologetically listy.

42. List 43 men I wouldn't kick outta bed.

43. List 43 women I wouldn't kick outta bed.

@ 43things.com

This is me *finally* updating about my move more than a week after it happens, go me.

Not that, you know, moving and looking for work and looking for a second apartment and getting all my everyday shit like library cards and grocery shopping in order keeps a person busy or anything.

The situation: I took a month-long sublet on a room in a two-bedroom apartment, giving me ample time to look for a job and my own place.

My roommate's name is Darren. He is preparing for medical school. He is adorkable. We see each other once, maybe twice a day, so it's working out just fine.





Better photos (I do not actually live in the dark):

Bedroom, view un

Bedroom, view deux

As you can see, I've already got some furniture type stuff. The guy who was here before me was heading overseas, and didn't want to try and move a bunch of furniture with him. He left me:

* Full mattress set

* Desk

* Computer chair

* Plastic storage bins

* Bookshelf

* Lamp

* Wastebasket

* Empty bag of candy

* Handful of loose change (Is anyone reading this familiar with South African currency?)

* Pervading cologne smell

AND

* An astounding amount of dust for a recently vacated room

Living room

Kitchen with five hundred year old stove (We, uh, like tea)

That kitchen rug is the bane of my existence. It will not stay put. I'm going to fucking duct tape it.

Things are going well. I spent this week settling in and putting in applications everywhere I could find and getting lost. Next week = more formal interviews, like at the hospital, and viewing apartments and probably getting lost some more.

More than anything, just thrilled to the fucking moon that this has finally happened. To the fucking moon, I say!