January 30th, 2003

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A quick quiz, before bed...

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All caught up with Pathology notes, yay! Now all I have to do is catch up lab, and keep caught up. Cardiology...bah. I'll study that on Monday night, before the Tuesday exam. I'm riding high in Medicine still from the last set of Medicine exams (over the class average on every single one, baby!). And now...now to bed.
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O, happy day....

It's now 4:50 PM. I have all of today's Pathology notes typed up. I'll work on the lab notes after Fencing Tonight!
We signed up for a fencing class with the FW Parks Department. I can't wait. I took fencing once, a long long time ago, when I was in France, but I eventually quit because I couldn't hear anything through the helmet well enough to comprehend the French. I loved it. It's a workout, though, which is just precisely what I want. Plus, it involves pointy objects. It starts tonight.

In other news: Angel and I were throwing around the idea of renting an apartment further north. Then we threw around the idea of renting Dad's house over on North Anthony that he moved into just after my parents got divorced. Seeing as how it's empty right now and all. And then...we mentioned it to Mom. And she said "Why not buy a house?" Because we'll be in Fort Wayne for the next five years, assuming I don't do something unbelievably stupid during my clinical years. Meg and Dr. Blusys say I'm a shoo-in for the F.W. Family Practise Residency. And then, maybe, I might do my payback at the Neighbourhood Health Clinic, where the CEO sings alto with me in the choir. Or maybe not. But we'll be living in Fort Wayne for the next five to nine years. And it makes sense, almost, to buy a house at that point. Doesn't it?
There's so much to know. Mortgages and payments and insurance and closing costs, and where-do-you-want-to-live, and all that. We have a couple of thoughts...I'll post links one of these days when we start seriously considering places. (I'm so unbelievably picky...) I want a house with more than one story; a bi-level will do, or a tri-level. I want a house that's bigger than a matchbox; at least 1200-1300 square feet. I want a house with a big front room (for roleplaying in, of course), two bedrooms at least, and Angel wants a house that's closer to the north end of town. And I want it to be cute, and I want it to have appliances, and I really would like one that nobody's ever lit a cigarette inside. And central cooling, and a garage...the list goes on and on.
Why do I have the feeling I'm going to have to sacrifice?
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If the house is $79,900, and we make no down payment at all, then house payments on a 30-year mortgage come out to $503 a month. That...isn't too bad. For some reason, in my head, buying a house is more like paying thousands and thousands of dollars a month. Money we couldn't afford. But maybe we can...
Found a few cute little places. And Jim knows a realtor who works with HUD a lot, and so maybe, just maybe, she might be able to find something cute and cheap, say on a foreclosure or a distress sale. Going to call her, I think.
And then...then, José, the darling, the wonderful, the wizard of Financial Aid, sent me back an e-mail:
[Names Withheld] from Bank X in Indianapolis have worked with our students who are not employed, but have financial aid. It is a difficult situation for an underwriter, but having people like them that understand the student loans, helps...
So I asked for their contact information. Because with me not working and my student loans, even though Angel is working, it might get a wee bit shaky.
Things move so quickly, suddenly. And now I'm thinking about when we could do all this. Can we buy a house so that it's all done by the beginning of April, so I can do finals and Boards and then move in mid-May? Can it all go so fast? I don't want to have to do clinicals and house closings...

And then, fencing. I'm so sore. So out of shape. But I had such a wonderful time. They demo'd sabre and epée for us, made us run around in circles, learn footwork, and lunges. Very much fun. A couple of high school kids there, a pair of anarchist-style Hot Topic-inspiring works in combat boots and ripped pants, Eric with a green mohawk, Jake quiet and blond, a little chubby. I want to take a picture of them, write a story about them. They were really sweet, interesting kids. Good humour. Reminded me of Jeremy, who took a bottle of JD to class with him one day, who carved a swastika into his arm (Eric had a swastika with the little "no" circle around it inked on his pants), who shaved his head after I told him I liked his hair. Jeremy with the six-inch boot knife, who used to call me in the evenings, and talk to me until his father started screaming, then hang up so I wouldn't hear him getting beaten up. I wonder how they think.
I wonder.
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