I wouldn't eat the tacos if I were you

Robert and I might have found our next place to live! I owe it all to the fact that one of my roommates is strong with 'the force' and walked calmly into a very cute house one block from the ocean (that is currently a vacation rental) and developed such a rapport with the house's owner that she agreed to rent it on a longer term basis and for far less! That one has a lucky star following her around.

This house has a lovely hot tub and an outdoor shower that rains into a clawfoot bathtub. Talk about style. The outdoor area is my favorite room in the house! I hope it all works out.

School is fabulous! (in that utterly tiring, fascinating, frustrating kind of way) I aced my first anatomy exam by OVER studying for it (seriously, way too much time spent on that subject). But coming to a first exam and finding that you are very, very prepared is far better than the alternative. And there are so many future exams, I may restire the balance of the universe yet. But hopefully someone else in the class will resotre it for me by being a slacker so I can continue to develop anxiety and hypertension disorders. (just kidding- it's not like that yet... the ocean's very calming, chocolate is satisfying, and I've stopped drinking coffee)

And finally. Robert and I have received dinner invitations. 'Bout damn time the Surf City realized how damn cool we are. ha!

They are dredging the harbor next to school so it smells like rotten eggs. When I left class today I actually thought that someone had farted in the anteroom. . . Someone who should seriously think about changing their diet.

Like someone who, say, eats regularly at the taqueria at the end of our street.

They should have a sign over their door, something along the lines of "Despair, all ye who enter here" or "Eat not of the quesadillas lest ye die".