I, non-trad

We at Rock and Roll Grammarian are indeed the champions, my friends.

Today I found out my biology grade: an A. A big, fat, shiny A. That's right. I have a 4.0. While it's true I only took one course for credit this semester, I'm not going to let that diminish my complete and utter happiness. Oh no, dear readers, I am not.

Now that I don't have my grade to fret over, I can turn my attention to another worry: finding a place to live. This actually isn't an altogether unpleasant concern for me. I love moving. I develop an intense and perhaps somewhat frightening focus and physical strength when it comes time to pack things up and haul the boxes away. I like paring down my belongings every once in awhile (or every year or so, to be more accurate), and I love that feeling of waking up in a new place. My brothers will be delighted to know I'm having movers take care of the heavy stuff this time.

Now I just need to figure out what city to live in, whether I want to stick with apartments or venture into the realm of duplex rental, and how much money I'm willing to part with each month. So many choices and so little time!