Oye. I thought things would slow down after graduation. Well, things were pretty slow those 2 weeks after I graduated, while I listened to music, read books, and ate delicious soups while I waited for my lease to run out. But then I made the arduous journey home. Home, where I now own too much to comfortably live. Where spiders keep crawling out from under my bed, or occasionally sending down assassins from the ceiling. Where no matter how many 'home improvements' I undertake, 4 more crop up with each completion. Where all my friends decided not to be here for the summer (points at you, Meagan!). And I'm back to explaining to everyone what on earth "rhetoric" is. Well, at least the Republican Debates are providing ample entertainment. Though the unreal reality of it all may be adding to my general edginess lately. I hope they get Adam Sandler for the next one, that would make it better.
Life after the Academy