Let us be honest, shall we? Instead of pouring my innermost thoughts, hopes and dreams onto my hard drive, I made an iTunes playlist. I suppose that means that my subconscious feels that being creative is much more time-effective than tapping at keys on my laptop for an hour and a half. Originally, my intent was to provide an account of the events preceding and included in Summer Vacation, Version ’08. And then I made an hour-long music set with which I could write the aforementioned LiveJournal entry. So, partially delayed but nevertheless on track, here goes.

If anything could be said of this summer, it would certainly not be that it was boring. Insanely aggravating, painful, profitable, sad, joyous, and long, yes, but never boring. After staying late at Hendrix to help the RAs and residents move out of their rooms, my mom and I came home exhausted and looking for a little bit of respite. She had just come from a “vacation” to visit our relatives in Tennessee. You’ll notice the not-so subtle quotations over vacation – that’s because every time we go up to Tennessee, there’s some thrice-damned drama. I will not get into any of the specifics, mostly because a lot of it involves money and the estate, which is none of your business, no offense. Suffice to say, some of the family is taking the stress better than others, without taking out anger on innocent parties. But anyway …

Mom and I get back to Mississippi and both get to sleep, finally. The next day we head on into her office to check our e-mail (we haven’t had Internet at the house for over six years). Walking to her office, we run into a co-worker of hers, named Mick. He’s been ill recently since his M.S. came back, so he was looking for a secretary for as long as he could get one. Timidly – almost not wanting to say anything so I could rest for a while before getting back to work – I asked if he might consider me. He said yes, of course! He marched me on over to get my tax forms filled out that very day and said to be at the office bright and early the next day. That’s how I started working for the I.T. Manager, a job that had never crossed my mind before, being as how I don’t know the first damn thing about computers. Sure, understanding some of the lingo isn’t that hard, but in terms of knowing the ins and outs of programs and hard drives and servers, uh-uh. But two months in and everything’s going very, very well. Undoubtedly, I’m getting paid fuck nothing; sometimes I get the feeling that they’re underpaying me. Nothing to be done now, since my last two weeks are on the horizon.

That’s right, a vacation inside of a vacation. Actually, the second of my vacations is coming up and it could not possibly be making me any happier. My first trip was the seemingly annual excursion to Columbia, Missouri to see my father, brother, sister-in-law and niece, with respective friends-of-the-brother and extended family. Last year my dad and I mostly kept shy of the big social gatherings that Vonn, Nat and Erin attended (the aforementioned brother’s family). I guess I’m getting more and more social in my old age. This year we had so many new people to meet, new bonds to rekindle, and new experiences to be had. Speaking of experiences, telling my father that I had a boyfriend was certainly a surreal experience. Telling Vonn and Nat was fine; they peppered me with questions good-naturedly and made me feel really good about wanting them to meet Allen. But with my father it’s a little different. Ever since he took an emotional rain check on mine and my mothers’ lives, I feel like he doesn’t deserve to know every nuance of my life anymore. Especially where my dating life is concerned. I took a trip up to Missouri in high school, not too long after Sam and I started dating, and told him rather frankly that I had a boyfriend. He got really quiet and just kind of said “Okay”. A short while later he mentioned that he had never really liked Sam’s parents (all of them had worked at the same university, and MSU isn’t so small that people in totally different departments can’t mingle). After that, damned if I was going to tell him when a friendship was strained or a new relationship had promise. He had lost that right.

Or so I thought. No matter how much he totally screwed me over when I was a kid or almost ruined me emotionally, he was still my father. I have another Dad now – and he’s the one who got to know that Allen I had started dating after the first week, he got to meet Allen this Spring Break, he gets to know how much I love my boyfriend. Tony is my Dad now, even though he’s just my mom’s boyfriend on paper. Tony’s more than that emotionally. My father can never be replaced, but now I have to dance the delicate dance of balancing the two of them in my life. It’s strange to be one of those kids who doesn’t have this black and white life of “I have a Mommy and a Daddy and that’s all I’ll ever need”. Strange to have to learn to love a Dad instead of growing up knowing no-one else besides this man as your father. But I guess I’m used to that by now.

Anyway, it’s really great to see all of them again. Especially with the way the family in Tennessee is turning into. Dare I say it, they’re being complete assholes. Example, my cousin Laura’s wedding. Some new crap had just surfaced with the estate and some members of the family were being intentionally mean to other innocent parties. With all that stress over our heads, Mom, Tony and I set off to make sure that somebody at that wedding was being civil. The service was held at this gorgeous ante-bellum Southern house with a wonderful garden where the wedding was held. Laura and her husband Frank were married while it was spitting rain, but the attendants couldn’t have been happier. Then the drama started. I won’t go into specifics, but let’s just say that a lot of the time the mood was unnecessarily strained. A normally joyous occasion was very nearly ruined by stupidly petty people and their narcissism. Pleasantly oblivious, the bride and groom were acting as any couple in love should, and seeing them together is just what the heart needs.

Speaking of what the heart needs, I’m going to be visiting Houston in two weeks and three days. . And that’s all I have to say about that. We’re gonna see the Dark Knight in IMAX, an Astros game, and many many other things besides. From there it’s directly off to Hendrix. Just as my summer started, it will end just as abruptly. I’m visiting Allen from the 31st of July to the 3rd of August; the next day road trip all the way back to Hendrix. Just to give you a timeframe of Important Dates in the Hendrix College calendar, classes start back on the 28th of August. Why in God’s green earth am I going back so early? You may recall that I’m an RA. As such, our Fall Training is scheduled for very early in August so we can all come together as the family that we’re meant to be. We’ll be eating, drinking, partying and possibly sleeping together (not in that way, silly Billy!). That requires a lot of free time to get nice and cozy with one another. On top of that, I’m part of the Fall Training Committee, which means that us lucky guys and gals have to be back super-duper early to make sure that training goes off without a hitch.

What is going to make it even more interesting is that I’m coming in earlier than all the other members of F.T.C. because I have an apartment this year! Me and the Mam are heading up early so I can get fully situated in my apartment in the least amount of time possible, leaving me with more time to concentrate on what I need to do for F.T.C. and getting acquainted with the new Area Coordinator, my next door neighbor and boss. Hendrix is divided up into areas – Southside and Northside. Northside is the female residence halls while Southside is the male res halls and the Front Street apartments. I will be living in Front Street. And the new Southside boss is brand spankin’ new, so I’d like to get to know him as well as can be.

That’s that, basically. My summer has been a whole lot of not much going on. On the whole, just a lot of emotions and paychecks. My new life.

UPDATE: I have recently decided that my newest pet peeve is when couples fight in front of me. After going through my mother and father divorcing, suffice to say fighting just really isn't cool with me. It stresses me out to no degree. Mentioning divorce, child support payments, or anything of that nature isn't going to make me laugh. So stop trying. I can't help that I take it seriously - deal. I'm still living with it, twelve years later, and you probably aren't. I have more reason to take umbridge to you and your silly jokes than you could imagine. People talk about divorce like it's a plague, and it is in a way. I'm living with disease and you aren't. Again - deal.

Don't think that because you're cursing out your significant other that I'm going to take it well. You may think you need to vent, but vent some other goddamn place. I'm not going to have a single sympathetic feeling toward you. Calling your wife a "bitch" in front of me is going to piss me off. At least act like you're trying to be sympathetic to the feelings of those around you.

The end. I feel a little better now. Thanks, LiveJournal.

Grargh. So yeah, my life certainly has not been conducive to writing really long posts about what's been a'shakin' with me and my life. Hell, I hardly keep my father informed of what I'm doing. Which should be a very belated New Year's Resolution, but probably won't be. Cause laziness is what college life, for the most part, is all about.

At whatever time this afternoon when I actually began writing this post, I was planning on pouring out my soul and having another angsty rant. But at this point, thanks to various friends and allies, my reverie has been broken. My conscience is in no way lighter, because some of the things that I am pondering have to do with future career choices (which I will get to in due time). The immediate things, however, are basically solved. Which consist of me trying to convince my friends that YES I am an introvert, and YES sometimes I don't want to talk, but NO it's not because I don't love you. So accept it. Get over it. Don't think that because I tend to hang out with people other than you that it's because I'm growing dissatisfied. Others sometimes can actually give me whatever it is that I need, even if I don't know it at the time.

As Dean from Venture Bros. once so wisely said, "I dare you to make less sense." I may or may not have just done that.

In other words and worlds, things in life are going well. This semester is almost over (and by almost, like, 1/2 over), and classes for next year are being planned out. I, like my industriously awesome cohort rasphigi</lj>, will be living up the apartment life very soon. And I really could not be happier about it. The time has ended for the residence hall life. Lord, the drama here is surely much worse than it is off-campus. The downside is that to on-campus people, being off-campus means that you are basically non-existent. Gah. Anyways. Apartment to myself (besides my astoundingly awesome roommate) is going to beeetchin'.

Other than that, I am outside now because this campus is gorgeous in the spring. Especially with the weather right now. Sunny, which is how I naturally like it, but not hot yet. Still cool enough to bear. In other words, perfect.

My general mood right now is more anxious than anything else. Me and my partner in crime, Melanie, are waiting to find out if the undergraduate research project she and I want to do in Germany over the summer will get the funding that we need. To be in Munich, Germany for two weeks couning plane tickets, living expenses, admission fees, and food stipends, it's gonna cost a very shiny new penny. And if we don't get the funding we asked for, then the whole trip may be in jepoardy. Both of us are poor college students, after all, and being at a liberal arts college sure does drain one of one's funding. So a $5,000 endeavor is not something we could do by ourselves. I doubt that my current net worth is more than that.

But yeah. Life is pretty fantastic otherwise. Allen and I had our one year anniversary pretty recently. He came down to Misipah with me to meet my mom's boyfriend of 10 years, Tony, and to see my in "my natural environment". God, we had a lot of fun. It was just nice to be around him for more than a couple of hours. So I get him for like a week and a half. It was glorious. I'm just excited to have him around me for more than a couple of hours an afternoon.

But, I'm gonna get back to what it seems is my life these days: studying. And trying to be a good person.

I fucking hate winter. Let's just be honest here.

The cold and the lack of sunshine and the sad faces just remind me of death. And for two months, at least, I and everyone else in my hemisphere get to deal with some variation thereof of this blasted season.

Every year I dread winter. I get moody really quickly, and from there I get anti-social and snappy. Add 23 degree weather and major social disappointments and here comes a recipe for Clare to be really angsty.

The boyfriend has a cold right now. And I just hung out with him for 4 hours watching The Reduced Shakespeare Company and Raising Arizona. The RSC, which usually cures all ills for me, didn't do it this time. And I just got more depressed after Raising Arizona. Why, I have no idea.

I fucking hate winter.

It's been a long time since I've felt this sad. Have no idea why I'm posting this on LJ. Have to talk to somebody about it.

Whatever. Too lazy and introverted currently to go find someone to talk to about my newly saddened state. I'll try to watch a movie and see if that cheers me up somewhat. Actually, I'm already feeling better. A wee bit.

Currently, sitting in my room, checking the ladies of my resident hall back in for the Spring semester, and watching ANTM marathons are what my day is amounting to. I had to come back early (three days early) to go through RA Re-training. I must admit that it was fantabulous to come back - I was worried that I wasn't quite ready to come back to college, but as soon as I dropped my stuff in my room, I was ready for my mom to leave! As LVZ said, I'm glad I'm with my real friends. And all today I've just been hanging out with people, looking for people, and helping people. As compared to being home in Misipah for the winter break, seeing definitely not as many people outside of my family as in, it's good to be around the Hendrix populous.

Now I'm just waiting for Allen to get back.
Christ, I missed him so much. It has only been a month since we said goodbye, and every ten mintues my thoughts are just all about "where is he? when will he be here? god, i missed him!"

Gah.

Anyway, back to the semester at hand. As compared to having Stats and being a brand, spankin' RA, this Spring is probably/hopefully going to be much more manageable. Sure I have hard classes (i.e. Developmental Psychology with one of the hardest profs on campus), but they won't be over my head. So that's a bonus.

Anyway. I'mma get back to counting down the minutes until my love comes back.

Yes, I am done with the fall semester. Grades are posted. Finals are finally over. Sleep is coming to me, regardless of how many times in the past two weeks I said "I can sleep when I'm dead" to keep me from drooling all over my Stats book at 2:00 Ante-Meridian. Gracious, that was a tough semester.

Mom and I went out to eat a muchly desired sushi dinner and spend some quality mother-daughter time together. We got to talking about my semester, grad school, and my RA job. Conclusion: I bit off a little more than I could chew last semester. What with being a newly hired Resident Assistant, trying to still be a good and attentive girlfriend, and having both pre-med Chemistry and Statistics all in one - I must have been temporarily borderline retarded if I thought I was going to pull that one off.

The one thing that turned out just as I had expected is how wonderfully my residents are doing. With my RA last year, I hardly knew my neighbors, and being the introvert I am, wouldn't have known them without some sort of exposure to them in a formal program or community builder format. But my residents all know each other very well and I see them all gabbin' up a storm in the cafeteria together. At least I know I did something right.

But the one thing I'm looking forward to is next semester. The course schedule is amazing, I have some program ideas a'brimming, and there are so many stupendously awesome things to look forward to.

Like Toga party - where I will be on double-duty because I skipped being on duty for the Halloween party this year to go to Voodoo Fest instead (SMASHINGPUMPKINS!). I'm gonna go to town on all those drunk freshmen and scattered upperclassmen. Toga will not turn out like Soco 54 did this year (the 70s party). I refuse to let it happen. So be it if my residents hate my guts for a month. It sure beats them passing out in the stairwell and me having to carry them up two flights of stairs (true story, bt-dub).

Like Winter Formal - where Allen and I have been planning a ridiculously romantic night together, probably beginning with dinner somewhere in Little Rock and culminating in a semi-wild hotel party with various assortments of friends and acquaintences. Since Formal is very close to our one year anniversary (tee hee), we're just going to have a blow-out celebration that night as opposed to having two medium-sized soirees. I already have butterflies and it isn't even 2008 yet.

Like hopefully going to Germany this summer - Mel and I are planning on some kind of Odyssey project in which we hop on a plane and run over to Munich for some yet undetermined psychology experiment/research project. Maybe on the beer gardens. Maybe not. All I know is that I have yet to leave the country, so going to Germany for the summer will basically make my life. Und ich kann sehr gut Deutsch sprechen, ob weiBt du das nicht.

Like Spring Break - another awesome opportunity to spend some time with Allen and let him have a chance to finally meet Tony, the second father to me. Because I'm opening and closing the residence hall for said break, it would be highly irrational for me to drive to MS late and drive back to AR early. So why not just rent a cabin at Petit Jean (a fantastically gorgeous park about 40 minutes away from campus) and have some down-time there. It's about time Allen met the rest of my family, seeing as he's only met my mother before and I've met both his parents, close family, and extended family/friends last summer when I flew to Houston to see him. It just so happened that the weekend I chose to fly in was Allen's parents' 30th wedding anniversary party. So in one fell swoop I met the whole shebang.

That's basically all I have to report. Going to Jackson this Sunday. Um, going Christmas present shopping tomorrow. That's about all I can think of. Oh yeah, I'm off to the eye doctor in a few minutes! Yay!

Originally, I was going to actually write a journal entry, but after taking a break from studying and messing around on Facebook, I prefer to just do this instead.

[1.] Where was the first time you ever kissed the last person you kissed?
On top of the McReynolds roof. In winter. Looking at the stars :)

[2.] What's the greatest thing that happened to you today?
Looking forward to tonight.

[3.] How many TRUE best friends do you have?
Quite a few.

[4.] Would you rather get up early or sleep in?
Depending on how much sleep I had the previous night, I don't really care.

[5.] Tell me where you got you're shirt youre wearing?
Dillards? Maybe.

[6.] What's the closest thing to you that is brown?
My flip flops.

[7.] What would you change about your life right now?
Honestly, not a whole lot. I'm genuinely happy where I am right now.

[8.] Would you rather smile over a lie or cry over the truth?
Cry over the truth.

[9.] What's on your bedroom floor right now?
A carpet.

[10.] Who was the last person you got into an argument with?
I don't get into arguments very often, so I do not remeber at all.

[11.] Do you trust people?
I usually trust people somewhat easily, and my trust does go a long way. But when it is betrayed, I feel betrayed. Maybe I'm just naive like that.

[12.] If you could move away, no questions asked, where would you move?
A big city near the coast. I really don't care where.

[13.] Have you ever been out of the country?
Nope.

[14.] Could you go a day without eating?
Potentially, yes, but practically no.

[16.] Do you like anybody right now?
Very, very much so. I like him so much he makes my stomach flutter as I'm writing this.

[17.] When was the last time you had your hair cut?
God, it was a year ago. But I'm so close to getting it cut short and dyed.

[18.] Would you rather be mad or sad?
When I get mad, my stomach feels so queasy. I'd prefer to be sad for that reason. If I lose control when I'm sad, it feels different than when I get mad and totally lose it.

[19.] Does it take a lot to make you cry?
Yes. After what I've been through this semester, it only takes 400 people screaming for two days straight for me to break down. Not even an alcohol poisoning or escorting screaming drunk teenagers off campus can break me anymore.

[20.] Whats the best feeling in the world?
Knowing that there is someone in your life who loves you as much as he can.

[21.] Are you close with your mom?
Very much so.

[22.] Are your parents strict?
They guided me. I can only remember my mom grounding me once in my life.

[23.] Do you tell your parents everything?
Heck no.

[24.] Name one thing you fear.
Life after college.

[26.] If you need to go to the store a block away, do you walk or drive?
Definitely walk.

[27.] Does the thought of marriage scare you?
Not at all.

[28.] How many kids do you want?
A couple, for sure, but it would be better to start my family after my career is doing well.

[29.] What's your favorite color to wear?
Green.

[30.] Who was the last person in your bedroom besides you?
Allen.

[31.] What are you doing today?
Study for finals and go ice skating with friends and the boyfriend.

[32.] Would you rather be rich & sad... or poor & happy?
Poor and happy.

[33.] Do you work out?
I take Total Body Toning at the WAC!

[35.] Do you get bored easily?
Yep.

[36.] What's something that someone can do that really annoys you?
Not be honest with me or dismiss me.

[37.] Did you ever want to change your name when you were younger?
Not often, but yeah.

[38.] Do you wish you were famous?
Nope.

[39.] Do you make a wish at 11:11?
All the time!

[41.] Who's the last text message you received from and what did it say?
Don't get text messages.

[42.] What are you freakishly obsessed with?
Basically any show that's on Bravo!

[43.] What's your favorite song at the moment?
The Smashing Pumpkins - Tonight, Tonight

[44.] Do you like going to the mall to shop or just shopping online?
Definitely going to the mall. I don't like shopping online.

[45.] Can music affect your mood?
Most definitely.

[46.] What piercings do you want?
Don't have any. They grew back because I'm allergic to metal, and after that it never really mattered to me.

[47.] What tattoos do you want?
Something small and meaningful.

[48.] Have you ever been in a cave?
Yes.

[49.] Ever eaten a bug?
I ate an ant. In like 4th grade.

[50.] When will you see the person you like next?
Tonight, actually.

So yeah, that's it. I'm bored and sick of taking a break. Finals need to be over so I can spend some real time with my family. Bah.

In other words, this semester has been really interesting for me. Trying to balance being an RA, dealing with having to drop a class, having a really troublesome math class and professor, and just having fun in my second year of college.
Next semester it's going to get far more interesting.
I can only hope that I'll post something on occasion.
Happy holidays, everybody!

If it has been six weeks, that means that time has either been flying by, which is massively uncomfortable for me, or it's crawled by, which I may be equally uncomfortable with. Flying time speeds up the end of the year; I'm just not ready to face next semester so quickly. Crawling time makes it seem like every last meeting I have to go to, every project, every report is taking twice as long as it normally would to finish.

Presently, both of these options scare me equally.

I hope, dear reader, that you will excuse me. Tonight I do not plan on having any kind of theme or organization to my writing, other than it's what I wanted to write at that precise moment. Maybe this will help me slip out of my head for a minute to give my thoughts a rest.

So busy right now. I can't even express it in words, much less put a pronoun in that sentence. Being an RA is all that I dreamed of and more. I finally feel like I'm making a difference and really doing something with my life. I can see my residents walking around campus and think to myself, "Goodness, I remember when she was crazy awkward. Look at her now. She's too cute to boot, just like the social butterfly I knew she was". I can see the fruits of my labor when I work on a program or when I organize a mass trip to support breast cancer (yep, I'm co-organizing Race for the Cure this year on campus). And it makes me so fulfilled and happy and, yes, exhausted, but so rewarded.

It's long hours, and a lot of the time I really don't have any time to listen to anything but the sounds of my own ideas and thoughts bouncing through my head. Today, like most Tuesdays, I had a break. Calling my mother probably helped to relieve a lot of my tension. She's addicted to Grey's Anatomy now. So much so that she paid ten dollars more for the third season of it at Wal-Mart than buying it cheaper from Amazon; the benefit was that she got to see lots of sex, soap operatics, and more sex (with a little medicine) as soon as she got home.

Gosh, I miss her right now. My dad too. Tony probably more so. Dad's not coming for Family Weekend and neither is Tony. I don't know why that makes me sad. Oh wait, nevermind, yes I do. Tony's more of a father right now than my real father is, and to have both of them disappoint me is kind of overwhelming. I can always count on my mother. But, like every good little girl, sometimes there's not much that can replace a father's love ... I really don't want to cry now, because if I do then I won't stop. And I need to not break down right now.

Our, Claire, Mel's and mine, radio show, MC² begins on Monday. Yep, we're all DJs together. I've already got some music picked out, and more that I need to buy from iTunes that I discovered over the summer. It's all crazy good. I may just start posting the songs that I use for my segment of the radio show (it's the three of us playing "our music" that fits the title of the show that day).

Speaking of DJs, Allen and I went out for our six month anniversary last Friday. Our anniversary was the 1st of September, but Allen was crazy-busy with a piece for a newspaper he had to submit, and I wanted to go home and see my mother. Friday we went to LR to Star of India and then to see Bourne Redundancy ... I mean, Ultimatum. The movie was fantastic. Not as good as the first or second, but still damn fine for the last of a trilogy. I had such a wonderous time with Allen. Words can't really describe, but I'm grinning and smiling as I write this, if that gives you any indication of how happy I am.

Wow, it felt good to write all this out. More like, it felt good to not be worrying about everything and anything. And to have some me-time. Something that I'm getting less and less of these days. In some circumstances I don't mind it at all, but every once and a while, it's so soothing to not think of anyone else's problems, jokes, or feelings. Nice to not have the weight of your world and someone else's on your shoulders.

Tonight is Shirttails at Hendrix, the yearly rendition of Raunch-O-Rama.

Just kidding!

Apparently, the dance coordinators were most definitely told to tone down the sexual innuendo a LOT. Last year when I did Shirttails, we were performing oral sex on our partners and screaming out orgasmically at certain key points.
So, I'm in my room on duty, writing a quick journal entry, waiting with butterflies in my stomach for 9:00, for that is when I get to peel out of my room like a mad banshee and head for the dance. Like, nobody is in the dorm right now because they're basically all either a) drinking somewhere else, b) watching the boys' dorms dance, or c) doing all of the above and more.

It feels weird being a sophomore right now. Last year, the college did a superb job making sure that all the freshers were totally and completely comfortable with the idea of making the college transition. The freshers had Orientation Trips of many different colors, Playfair (a mass orgy of sweaty people in the soccer field, laughing and having a good time, in a very non-sexual way), and like a bazillion other "icebreakers".
But for the sophomores, there's nothing. You move in, get a pat on the back for coming back to Hendrix at all, and the administrators tell you to go confirm your schedule. Our transition was classes starting. Lame.
It was different for me since I had to have RA Training, which was a BLAST! I had time to bond with my fellow Resident Assistants and get free food all the time. Which was freakin' sweet.

Ahh! Twenty minutes until it starts! So stoked! I get to actually watch everyone's dance instead of bruising myself over the bricks doing the Crawl. I still have the scar. I will always remember freshman year of college that way. It's better than getting a tattoo, because it's free!

As I may have mentioned in an earlier post, I just got the RA job I had been drooling over for the past year. Considering how much work it is and how little we get paid, one could understand my trepadations. "Do I really have it in me to break up a huge party of drunken, belligerant assholes?" "Can I really be there for my residents as much as they need me to be there?" "What the hell am I going to do with a salary every month" All these questions and more were flying around in the background of my mind.

After this week, however, I really do not have that mant doubts as to whether or not I can do this job. Sure, I'm going to get lonely from time to time living by myself, but that's why I have Allen and my friends and fellow RAs. And the RAs are all soo fucking awesome.

The week after I moved-in and at the end of our first week of training, a bunch of us went clubbing in Little Rock. Let me just say that it was hilarious and kinda scary and superbly fun at the same time. All of us went on a retreat and had tons of fun just bonding and laughing and staying up late.

But, more importantly, I made it through the hardest parts of training. And Freshmen Move-In Day. Which sucked. All my residents seem pretty cool though, so that's a bonus. Another good thing is that Allen's coming in early and I'll get to see him in a couple of hours. :)

That's all I really had to say. Now I'm going to talk to my residents and start planning the program we're going to have tonight for the freshers. Excitement!