Seriously, I almost died this past week. I've done nothing all weekend but sleep. And watch some Big Bang Theory. But mostly just sleep.
I'm moving into an apartment this summer. Long story, but basically the dean screwed us education majors over, and now I have to take summer classes or else take a semester off and graduate even later than I would have. But anyway, I found this place, it's really old and cozy. The best part is that it's only an 8 minute walk from campus, so no need for a car, yet.
I cannot describe my joy at finally having my very own place. Well, not all to myself, but still. I'll be a grownup with grownup bills and a grownup job (if Taco Bell counts) and I AM SO EXCITED. I fucking love responsibility. I can even make spreadsheets to balance my budget! Spreadsheets are sexy.
On that note, I leave you.
Have a good break everyone! Don't drink and drive. Have safe sex. (And for the people not on break, the same thing applies.)








