This last weekend my parents packed me up and I moved out of my apartment, where I lived for a year during my first year of college. It was kind of bittersweet, although I'm pretty happy to be back home. The drive to work now is a bust...but I chose that, so I won't complain too much.

My bedroom is back to being Devan-y and full of books and i have time to hang around and just watch movies with Brynnie. Life is pretty good right now, other than the perpetual work schedule of 35 hours a week...

In other news, I've been trying to stay proactive about school this summer so I'm applying for an internship and possibly going to be a mentor for Obama Scholars. If I get the internship (as a reader of stories from a corrections facility) then I won't do the mentor-thing. I hear those suck anyway. So....yeah. That's about it.