One more final to go and then I get to move into tha fort. My current room is the poster child for the National Association of Privately Owned Garbage Dumps. I'm thinking that the fort will be no better from the last time I visited. That thought is comforting but I wish I had more boxes. I also wish I had a choice job lined up for the summer. You'd think after four years of going through the same thing I'd learn by now that finding a job at the last minute is an exciting and fast paced ball of stress. Ha, take that cognitive learning process (or whatever you call it, i made that term up). Back to studying.