I haven’t even particularly digested the fact that school is out for the summer. It’s not to say that I’m not taking classes over the summer, Hello Summer Session II, or not working, Hello Archives!
I’m just still hyper aware. I still am carrying the need to tote around a phantom day planner, even if the plan for the day only consists of lunch and dinner. Gloriously, I can finally pick up my dusty reading list, and/or the random books lying around under my nightstand, and lose myself in a healthy way. [See the brand spanking new reading list! And yes, I’ve been trying to read The Historian for nearly a semester now.]
I can also now officially say that I am halfway done with grad school, which is weird. (Now debating whether or not that is a fallacy [since there are speculations with getting some sort of PhD] is not even something I want to begin with.) I just want to get my summer swim pass and use my awesome tie-dye bikini to get some brilliantly, bad-for-you sun.
Later this week: Why I hated the movie Annie Hall, A Conversation with My Descendents, and Unveiling the Summer Blog Collaboration/Madness.