Take it on home Alice.

That's right. School's out. (At least until summer classes start.) It's weird, though. I don't feel a real sense of closure. I feel like I should still be going to class tomorrow. I wonder why. Maybe because I actually enjoyed my classes (excluding francais) this semester. (That's a good sign, huh?)

Anyway. I have absolutely nothing I have to do until May 23. Besides read travel books, the short stories of Frank O'Connor, and a book on the history of Ireland. And download the rest of my CDs onto my iPod (I'm only on the B's in my collection), buy a good raincoat, a electricity converter, a good digital camera (have you seen the new ones with Bluetooth? Awesome.), and a calling card.

It is going to be a sweet two weeks. Better enjoy it. 'Cause the day after I get back from Ireland, my summer class starts. And we have to read 5 novels in that class, including one that is 950 pages long. (An American Tragedy. Anybody read it?)

I'm thankful that: My brother Parker is doing an internship in Atlanta this summer! I'll get to see him more.