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I must confess, as sad as I am to be packing up and whatnot, I am amused that the only things currently not packed up are a half-eaten bag of chips and my computer. It just feels very sterotypically college. The room looks barer then I've ever seen it; it's kind of spooky in a really wierd sort of way. I guess I'm glad to be going home. I have two interviews lined up next week, so I should probably be getting a camp job. Worse comes to worse, I'll go back to lifeguarding. If I do, I'm going to try to get myself assigned permanatly to the same pool as Cindy. I do not want to sub again, but I don't think I'll be lifeguarding. I keep forgeting to call Janet, so I won't be working at Good Ol' Days for at least two weeks. But I plan to do that over the summer too. I want to go up to DC or down to Atlanta for a weekend, if I can manage it. I'd also like to get up to the mountians; we were talking about that last year but it never seemed to happen. Proablby because I was working most weekends. I also need to go shoping; I have no shorts. I want to go down to one of the outlet malls, but I'm probably going to hit up Carolina Place sometime in the next two weeks. Durinng the day, because I don't really feel like competeing with everyone, but school isn't out yet. That's a weird feeling, to realize when I get home that Emily still has three more weeks of school, that I have like no plans for. There will probably be a run to Michaels, the used bookstore and the library with two or three days of arriving. Not that I really need to go to Michaels, I have a project that will probably last at least until the end of June, but whatever, that's never stopped me before.