Barrydise, for the moment, is immaculate.

Come see it while it lasts.

In other news, the poison ivy is on its way out. The last bits are on my ankles and should be gone in a couple days. It's actually really nice, now. I'm to the point where I know I've beaten it, so I've started itching it like crazy, making up for all the times that I couldn't. It's really satisfying.

I took my fluids final today and am now finished with college. I mean, except for that whole other semester that starts in a couple weeks.

I leave on the ninth for the longest, crappiest roadtrip of all time. I love my parents, but the thought of being in a minivan with them for ten days is something I haven't yet learned to cope with. They want to spend at least 3 days in D.C., so I'm going to try to take a train out to Boston for a few days and have them pick me up in New York (No, I haven't talked to them about this, yet).

Coming home either tomorrow night or Sunday morning to see the body exhibit and look for a place. No, Joe, I will not be studying tonight. In fact, I never really study anymore. That is, unless Erin needs help moving. Then I study a lot.


Shower time.

 

 

I'll do just about anything if it keeps me from studying.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

We're stuck, here. Clockwise from top left: Jenn, me, Spencer. Help us out. 

 

 

 

 

 

Fine. Here's a bunch of pictures. They're straight from the dark hole known as the bedroom of Boomsma - self declared king of the middle-squeezers.