I'm home...

I'm clean. My computer is unpacked and everything else will be unpacked tomorrow. The Book of T'ana is going slower than The Book of Atrus... longer, less interesting, and mixes up some minor details (they change Ana's hair color) and is not doing a convincing job of explaining how Veovis becomes the sort of person who would destroy D'ni. Hmmm... now there is the question of what I'm going to do with this summer... I mean, I'm signed up for two courses, which is more than I've ever planned for any summer, and my family is going to visit the grand canyon, white sands, Las Vegas, Grandma, Lydia, hopefully Rachel, and lots of highway in between those things... not necessarily in that order. And I want to start drinking whole milk again. And I want to do something useful with my free time... beyond organizing my room... it needs it badly though... we brought half a truckload all the way home and at the moment there is a small path in my room from the door to the ladder leading to my bed. The rest of the floor is covered with boxes and suitcases. My plans for tomorrow are unpack... organize... unpack... organize... unpack... organize... scream... unpack... organize... hang out with my sister : D But even unpacking can only last so long... job? maybe... I hate hunting though... I'd really like to do one massive art project over the summer something beautiful... We were at Grace on Mother's day and I realized how much fun it would be to just paint a massive wall hanging on canvas... yes... that would be fun... sorry, this has degenerated from a blogpost into a conversation with myself and not even about useful things I could do, but about things I'd like to do. I'd like to finish a certain shirt... some woodburnings... make something out of all the pistachio shells I've saved... My room functions as a store room for unfinished projects. And I'm back where I can play with oil pastels... ah, tis happy... So why am I on my computer? I miss people. I spent the past two days with my mom... and my sister is at training for her summer job... *shrugs* oil pastels... but that means I have to face - my room.