otay! I got my spreadsheet of everything I have to do and I feel very relieved. Not that I'd forget to do anything anyway because I'm such a spaz, but now I have a checklist. A magic checklist.

Now I can move on to the important questions of life. Like: do I want to eat this chef boyardee, or should I go down to the food fair? The food fair is expensive. The chef boyardee is boring. The food fair is unhealthy. The chef boyardee.. okay who am I kidding, "mini-bites with meatballs!" isn't exactly 8 servings of vegetables either.

I can't wait until september. (a) no full-time job. (b) pharmacy!!! (c) girl guide leader! urge to teach girls to set things on fire.. rising... (d) maybe a part-time job in a library!

309 days. I mean like: YO.