I can't believe I've been here for a semester. Since January. A little bit more than four months. That is almost as long as I've had this blog. Exactly as long as I've had this expensive view (marginally decent photo attached). Now that all of my papers are written and turned in, all that's left for me to do is purge my belongings, store most of what is left, pack some things to take home, make sure I catch my plane, and then wait on tenterhooks for grades.

That last part is the worst.

I haven't really processed all of this yet - the going back to Texas for a year (!) and the coming back here for a year, and the part where I'll probably be back here next August, but actually I don't know for sure yet. I expect I won't be able to process it for a while, especially since the class I came in with graduates in one week.

Speaking of odd things: today, because I am in the astronomy club, I rode on the back of a golf cart from Village A to Leo's to Prospect & 37th st NW to 37th st NW & O st NW to the Alumni house on O st NW. Jack the bulldog got shotgun, because he's the mascot. It was really strange, partly because the driving was questionable (but in a good way) and partly because I haven't been in a moving vehicle in a very long time and partly because it was just really strange and unplanned.

I don't really know where I'm going with this, so I'm going to go back to watching questionably legal episodes of 30 Rock. [Suck it, USA TODAY!]

PS- Mister Bones has mysteriously acquired a volleyball for his Found Ball Collection! No one knows how, when, or where he got it!