Yes, I Dumpster Dive

Things we found dumpster diving after Northwestern students moved out:
Czech kroner
German/American/Greek porn dubbed in Chinese ("classi sex movies")
passport photo
Bonjour chocolat hot chocolate making set, in sealed box
globe throw ball
3 pairs old Levis jeans
multiple plastic organizers
rattan decorative blanket holders
proactiv acne fighting kit
journal about being chapter president of a sorority
tax returns
clothes drying rack
bulletin boards
garbage cans
volcom backpack
endless school supplies
mini Weber grill
hanging shoe organizer
bags of M and Ms with PiPhi customized messages
too many clothes
toaster
glow sticks
Halloween tatoos
bag of trashy magazines
flip flops
3 pairs Uggs
Ugg gloves
tshirts of various business schools
shot glasses
vases
magazine organizers
Panasonic portable CD player
things to hang posters with
memory boxes
hole puncher
two staplers
lap desk
drafting desk
eight purses
fake gold/silver belt
horrified looks from BMV driving mommies
mysteriously, no books

Free house

It's been a long while since I've blogged. It's not that I've fallen into credit card debt and spend my days and night checking my balances and reconsolidating loans, quite the opposite in fact. I've been studying and living in other people's houses and shopping at Aldi and Unique Thrift Store and generally buying little. But an exciting new opportunity presents: Owen and I are moving downtown and plan on furnishing our apartment only with things we already have, things we make ourselves, things we get for free. Follow us as we embark upon creating a house where you are free to be you and I am free to me, just as free as free can be. What will this place turn into? If its any indication, we have already started saving spent pens and discarded peanut butter jar lids in order to make an 80s era sculpture or mural of refuse. I'm terribly excited and ready to dumpster dive and curb surf like a maniac during our last weeks in Evanston to get ready for FREEHOUSE!