just wait and see

I just jotted off an email to the program director, asking if housing is available at the farm or not. In the 2005 literature about the program, which I received during my visit in 2005 for spring break, it didn't look as though living on campus at the farm was an option. Even my conversation with the director didn't sound hopeful. Hopefully readable, tangible words will be able to accurately convey whether or not I'm gonna have to find some roomies.

Speaking of that, I have received no less than 13 (13!) replies to my post on craigslist, ranging from the general housing ads to actual people giving me AK moving advice, travel time advice and places to stay with cool people. *shakes head* Many of the friends I have in DC and other large cities swear by craigslist, and I am beginning to see where they're coming from. The site is sweet and hereby gets the Katie Freeman Seal of Approval.

Tomorrow is a going away/birthday party for yours truely; definitely excited for a fun weekend. I went out on my birthday to the Bistro and received an incredible martini on the house: the Rio Grande. It goes a little something like this...Midori and Patron Silver, shaken with ice, a splash of simple syrup and muddled slices of lime, jalapeno and cucumber, and poured with a garnish of a lime slice/jalapeno artsy something or other. It was sassy and delicious, and completely fitting for a Freeman birthday drink.

Then we went across the street to the pub, where a high school friend introduced me to Jag-bombs, and I don't remember much more from my birthday night.

Back to Alaska!

Packing up my house is going well. I have all of my books seperated and packed, which was a two-day endeavor. Some are going on the rummage sale, some are simply going to Goodwill, and the others got divvied into piles of MN or AK. It's hard to leave old friends behind, but I'm sure that they'll understand. Danielle Steele can't write what she does and NOT be a woman sympathetic to my cause. I still have to figure out what I want to do with my fossil/seashell/seaglass/driftwood/rocks and minerals/plant cuttings/pressed flower collections. AND I painstakingly took down my volumes of magnetic poetry off my fridge today. Some of the better ones included:

"Party hard, the floor looks invitin-ly like a bed."
"On dates, never achieve big toxic farts."
"Live birth no good."

and so on.

Also, I head north for a couple of days next week, though not so far north. I am going to Bayfield, WI for training to be a volunteer in the NPS...it will be good to get my ducks in a row for that and to see old friends. I'm staying with Kat and Jess and their 8 billion animals, so it should be an adventure.

I should jet. We'll wait to hear as to whether or not I can live on campus. It really would make my financial burden less of a big deal, since I'd be able to get financial aid for on-campus housing. Thanks for the nice comments...pics will definitely be posted. : ) no half-baked Alaska, sick.