So Thursday was another PE day, this time sans accident. We went to Sappi (dirty, some dodgy paper guys eyeing us out, got free paper) and Cadar (saw R13 million printer, wondered if it ever had a paper jam in its life) and had choc-vanilla twirl soft serve in the rain. It was a good day, mostly because I got to sosch with the members of my class who aren't in the New Media intensive; we all talked about the violent fights we had with our siblings as children, and all dissed the same girl in another class who was heard dissing a Design girl. We're toit.
The money for the UK thing is turning out to cost a hell of a lot more than I expected, in interest and in patience. After lengthy discussions, I came to an agreement with my father about the way this shit would go down; I come back to Grahamstown and he changes his mind - he doesn't want me to sell Sparky.
I cannot understand the logic of this - he's the one who taught me to not get into debt, to have cash before you spend it. While I'll miss Sparky, and there are these AWESOME internships in Cape Town I've passed up for future lack of car, I have a plan. All he had to do was stick to it.
Anyway, I'll win. This is my step out, my choice.
Peace out.
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