So this is what it has come to. I'm sitting alone in my boyfriend's apartment, thinking about how I should be reading that lovely Harry Potter series (because I'm years behind the rest in everything I do) but not wanting to because school is over, damn it, it would be just plain stupid for me to read for pleasure.

Well, I lied. I'm not alone. The Cat That Likes To Sleep On People's Heads is here, but he's quiet (imagine that!) and sleeping on the ottoman since no heads are in the reclining position and available for sleeping on. I like the diseased little fellow, don't get me wrong, I just have a tough time sleeping with his intrusive whiskers up my nose.

Summer vacation has been great so far. And seeing as I'm not at home, it's actually felt like a vacation. I had a great weekend with my sister, capped off by sitting on her patio on neon-colored plastic lawn chairs from Wal-Mart, passing back and forth a 40 of Miller Lite and talking about how stupid boys are. She did all kinds of wonderful things for me, like buy me food at the grocery store and bring me to Olive Garden (let's pretend the fat kid can think of other 'wonderful things' that don't involve food, shall we?) Plus we played tennis!

I've also been having a hell of a time with Darren. I beat his ass at miniature golf AGAIN yesterday, then took him home (okay okay, so he took me home...it sounds so much less dramatic that way) and kicked his ass at Playstation Jeopardy. (Alexis, you need to make a trip to the cities to show us how it's done!) And it was good...

I'm having a tough time believing I won't be going back to school in a few days. Saying goodbye never seems to get easier, especially as everyone gets to mean more and more to me. I haven't made all that many friends in college, but the ones I have made mean the world to me and I couldn't have asked for a better bunch to befriend me.

Well, I think I should play housewife today and do some cleaning before the hard-working man of the house (err, efficiency apartment) returns from his long day of work. Is it wrong that I don't feel a tinge of guilt for sitting here, unshowered and disheveled, at 11:30 when the fellow was up seven and a half hours ago to go to work? Ah, to be unemployed...