Finally.

It was interesting driving home yesterday evening. Right about when I reached the point where the 605 and the 210 merge, at the base of the mountains, I noticed the sunset. It was that deep orangey-pink-red color, but the interesting part was the plume of smoke rising up in front of the setting sun. I just thought, "This is my freshman year and its smoking remains." I really hope Stearns is a better, quieter set up next year. And Jan and I will definitely have fun as roommates. She left a half hour ago; I'm really gonna miss her. She was one of two people who kept me sane the last few months.

Not enough to do.

I'm not busy enough; I didn't stop once in my first three hour shift at work today and I still can't get myself distracted enough by what needs doing that I can forget about summer. I just keep thinking that I'm going to have to work my butt off and do as much as humanly possible to make money, whether its slaving away at selling knives or spending 2/3 of my free time for saving the environment and getting paid. Now, I've packed up most of the room and all I can think about is how I'm going to be away from Elan for three months and that there's no fucking way I can afford a plane ticket or the time needed to go to Florida, especially not after spending 3 weeks already out of the country as it is. I need to try and apply for another job. Three part-times are feasible if I don't plan on doing anything else, right?
I want to load the van right now but it's so hot outside I don't think I could leave anything in there for the remainder of the afternoon. Plus, I need one or two other people to help me get the fridge up the steps and into the van and no one's around to help me with that because Elan's with Jason and Joe and Janet went home. So I'll just have to let it wait and traipse off for another three-hour stint of mind-numbing labor where my thoughts go in aimless circles and make me even more depressed than I already am.