SO.  Summer has begun.  For me, this entails two jobs:  working as a personal assistant to one aunt, who teaches at Hope, and as a writer for the other, who teaches at Calvin.  These are the best jobs ever because the work for one aunt includes scanning books and magazines, downloading Podcasts, and organizing CDs for her Spanish classes, and the other involves editing a book.  Both of these jobs can be done relatively on my own time, and one of the jobs includes food and housing.  I cannot WAIT to live in a house that is not a darkened mildewey tomb run by the crappiest landlord in Grand Rapids, whom my roommate is going to report before she, too, leaves for the summer.

Anywho, I am now home for Memorial Day, in one of the four home trips I will be making in the next two weeks or so, which is bad news, because home destroys my productivity.  Before I came here I moved out of my house almost completely and into my aunt's; I cleaned most of my areas in the house; I found a roommate and place to live in Ohio; I returned all of my library checkouts (a larger task than one might assume); I clocked twenty-five hours at Hope; I wrote faithfully; and tons of other big stuff.  Now that I am here, I have had lunch with relatives, lounged around with my sisters in a hammock, spent gift cards and subsequently watched season two of Scrubs and season one of The Office (the British version).  We still have Howl's Moving Castle and Amelie to work through.  Somebody, please, tell me this waste is justified, because my Dutch work ethic and CRC guilt complex are demanding I plant a garden of tulips or memorize a catechism or something.

(Calvin is over and, surprisingly, I am a-okay with that)

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