I always forget how much STUFF I own until I have to stuff it into a car or truck and send it all to school or bring it all back home. I already sent a car full of STUFF home with my brother and I still managed to fill an entire truck bed (with cap --I didn't want thongs and notecards scattering all over the highway. Well I didn't want MY thongs and notecards scattering all over the highway. If it was someone else's that would be hysterical.) stuffed and layed very full. I am spoiled. But don't let my family know, then they will stop spoiling me. But I am home now for the next 4 weeks until I leave again for NYC for my internship. (I have soooo much to do and sooo little time.) So now all ove my STUFF is between the truck bed (I got tired of unloading) and my room. I can't even see my floor anymore, I don't know where to put the STUFF thats still in the truck. Thats also why its still there.

I am ready to take a nice break of nothing and sleep. My Daddy has this crazy idea of me doing something he calls "chores" and "yard work" and "cleaning." I'm not sure, but I don't think these "chores" he speaks of mean sleeping, drinking, or sleeping more. Silly Daddy, chores aren't for kids. (Thank God, I am still immature and kid like. :D)

-kln-

Take me home, country roads.