I'm so last summer.

It didn't even hit me until I was actually halfway home on Saturday as to what summer means. I mean, usually I'm sitting there praying for summer to come faster, but this time around it never even occured to me. I'm free. No more going to class. No more walking down four flights of stairs and then back up them if I want to eat lunch. No more tests. No more studying. No more of anything. If I wanted to, I could just sit around my house all day and stare at walls and not have some pressing issued staring me down waiting to be taken care of. Of course, I'm going to try and get a job, and next summer semester I'm going to be taking courses at BC (hopefully). I've only been home for 5 days, though, and I'm already missing CS, as enchanting as the City of Enchantment is. It hasn't exactly been a very good starting week, though. Hopefully I'll pull myself together and fix things before they avalanche. I haven't even finished unpacking, yet. The problem with that is that my closet and drawers are all full of random things Rachel put there, so in order to do anything I have to clean those out first. Which is most unfortunate. And really hard to bring myself to do. Also, we still don't have the internet working at my house. I'm at Ashley's right now while she and her mom are doing something at the bank. Laura's watching TV in the living room and Buffy is licking herself on the desk in front of me. Gross, Buffy. Gross.

Anyway, Ross's final Midsummer Night's Dream performance is tonight, so hopefully I can find a way to make that. Four years of performing the same play. Poor guy. In other news, I almost died last night. Yeah. I definitely stepped on a rattlesnake. It was scary. Now take the time to ponder what your lives would be like without me. Worse*, I suppose. Don't lie to yourselves...

* The term "worse" can sometimes be translated as "better"