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Okay- so if we're going to have random posts to keep in touch, I'll keep writing. Here's one. I have my first post-college interview next week at DART, the Des Moines Area Regional Transit Authrity. I would go around from place to place and tell people to ride the bus.

I just got back from a few days in DSM, my mom had surgery, so I was there for that, and it was really nice to see my friends, hang out, and feel like an adult. Except that I didn't. I still felt like the young, immature and funny person. Ah well.

It's too nice a day, I'll go outside.

I've moved in, but I don't have my toothpaste. It's at home still. I took one of my drawers out last night in my "it's a good idea" phase and just this morning I've found a letter from 2002.

It's written from a girl this guy met at church camp. I didn't know that still happened when you went to college (church camp, that is). Anyway- I've got some things to do and ugh, books. I totally forgot about school books. I'm an idiot some times.

Alright. School. Fun.

I went to Iowa City last night and I saw of Montreal play live and it was amazing. I had such a lovely time. It was so nice to leave Pella, if only for a day. People I knew saw me, so that was cool. I also got to see some people I know.

That's all. I have no life.

Summer. August. It's so summer when it's August. I love August. I only have 18 days until I move into school for my senior year. I'm very excited. I want to get this thing over with and move far, far away. Well, I'd be happy with far away, I guess.

I should begin to remind myself now that I'll need to bunker down and realize it's the school year and not the summer. Bunker, bunker.

I should save some money and buy organizers. I like to organize when I have the things to do it. There's a lot of stuff I want to get done at Central before I leave, but it's an election year, and so I doubt I'll get much done before November.