So, it's been awhile. I'm home, waiting for my internship to start. In the meantime, I've been sleeping until noon, going running intermittantly, shopping, organizing posessions/room, seeing relatives, and spending time with Ryan. I love Ryan. We had a hiccup-fight-type thing a couple weeks ago, right around the time when we should have been celebrating six months. But the end result is we're even closer now, and now that his summer job has started we see less of each other, but I get to think about him moving around heavy pieces of scrap metal all day. And that's nice. Starting next Tuesday I'll be in Boston for a week and a half for training/orientation type stuff...I can't wait. This will be such a far cry from every other summer job I've ever had....I'm leaving behind bathing suits and polo-shirt uniforms, and embracing suits and resumes (insert accent). Today I go power-shopping with at least one of my crazy aunts. I should go for a run then shower, then go get gas and hit an ATM...my dad my have just gotten home and taken my car for emissions, which means now is the perfect opportunity.

I should bring my camera shopping tonight. My aunt Lisa and I look a lot alike, I wonder if she'll be insulted if people mistake her for my mom. Peace!

Yes, it's been awhile. I'm home, semester's done (thank all that is holy), and most of the time I'd rather do other things than write. I know, selfish, right?

I took home a lot of stuff today, including my desktop and the carpet. I've noticed that the floor is dirty. The floor is dirty and it's starting to feel more like the tiny, bare dorm room I moved into in August and less like the comfy little home I tried to make it into. When the parents come for the futon and the TV on Saturday....well let's not think about that. I'll probably just go to Ryan's.

So I've learned another important thing. I've said a couple times before in this blog (I'd link to the entries but I don't remember when I wrote it) that a friend once told me that college is about finding your limits. Yesterday, I discovered another personal limit: four bags from Webbsite. Yesterday was the last time I'll ever be at Webbsite endeavoring to use up ridiculous amounts of meals, and I figured it would be difficult, but I'd make it across the quad to my car with five bags - mind you, these are each filled with either 11 bottles of water or 8 Powerades or orange juices - we're talking 43 - 50 bottled single-serving beverages. Of course I didn't make it - I had to stop and put two down. Three I can do, five forced me to stop after making it down the stairs and halfway to the car, so therefore my limit is four. And my shoulders/neck hurt.

What's with the yelling outside? Don't you people have finals?

Today while I was home being the college kid home from college I was a little bored and a little lonely. I really am a college kid at heart - I never found my thing at home, never had anything like my wonderful, tight group of friends here, my adoring (non-long distance) boyfriend, my increasingly large circle of friends and friendlies, drinking, sex, rock and roll.....I hate obligations as much as the next college kid (classes, work, getting up), but I dislike even more being a 20 year-old living at home. In the middle of that last sentence I went to my window to listen to what sounded like a debate shouted between a guy on the first floor of either my building o
r one nearby, and a girl on the ground, and while I was at the window I realized that you really can see into other people's rooms, and sometime those other people are naked. See? College!

So back to what I was saying - I was all about the extracurricular music stuff back in middle/high school, now I'm all about the extracurricular responsibilities and headaches. So, in the interest of my sanity, here are a couple REALISTIC resolutions for next year (holy crap they're still yelling outside):

1. Do all the reading, go to all the classes, go to the gym or run daily, for at least a week.

2. Fly my kite more, or at least once.

3. Organize my shoes.

4. Get maintenaince to re-seal my window.

5. Convince my mom that it's not big deal to drop out of the Honors program, again.

6. Make one obligation an obligation I don't mind being obligated to. Possibilities: ballroom dance, yoga.

7. Less online foolishness during class. Not none, just less.

Goodnight!