Done

with my freshman year at Chapman. I'm utterly exhausted.

Let's see. So much happened it's going to be difficult to condense it all/ pick and choose events.

Well to begin with, some of you may have remembered my graphing calculator from High School. The one with the gigantic picture of Borat wearing leather? Yeah? No? Anyways, I lent it to the roommate Jake earlier this semester because he needed it for a math test. I've been asking for it back since then, and each time I brought it up he would say that he forgot it in his car. Well. Last night, I asked him once again and he said it was in his car. I said let's go to his car and get it because I'm moving out tomorrow. He then told me he had just remembered that it was broken. I asked him if he had replaced the batteries, and he said no. So I said let's go get it and I'll just replace the batteries. He then said that he had replaced the batteries, and that it didn't work. I asked him if he was serious, and he said no. He then asked me how much a graphing calculator costs, and was starting to get the feeling I wasn't getting my graphing calculator back anytime soon.

I let the conversation end there for a while.

I came back the following night, and asked him if he had my calculator. He said no, followed by a yes, and then he said he had a confession. I cut him off and asked if he had lost my calculator. He said yes.

Jake.

But apparently he went out and bought me a new one. TI-89 Titanium. Which is..much better than my old calculator. About $100 better. But, no ones counting.

Wow, end of college and I'll have to show for it is a story about calculators.

But not really.

Just.

Yeah.

OKAY. so.

I'm back at my house. For the summer. With no job. What to do, what to do. It's kind of depressing. Actually it's REALLY depressing, and I don't like it. My only feasible goal for the summer so far is to clean my room.

And even that probably won't happen.

I'm not sure how to migrate the junk from college into the junk I keep at home. I suppose the dumpster will have to be the middleman.

I forgot to bring both my laptop AND phone charger this week. Which resulted in a world of pain and poor communication. I kept having to use friends' phones to call people. I'll always be remembered by the people of Third Floor Henley as that kid that always had to use their phone the last week of school.

My mom just came home from school, and said that I must be estatic that it's summer. I never really pictured myself being one of those people that doesn't like "going to home for the holidays" but I think that's where I'm ending up. I feel like too much of a chaperon for my parents. That doesn't even make sense, but that's the bottom line. Also, not having a job.

Funniest thing I've ever seen: