Move Along.

I have moved 7 times in the past four years. The idea of moving again is enough to make me want to vomit. The only relief from that feeling is knowing when we get there, I am going to In-N-Out for a 2x2 and fries, all animal style.

I have started looking at apartments and will hopefully find some time this week to make some phone calls to a few of the places that looked good (online at least!)

But, remember, all of this is happening within the realm of a full-time student with a job. Luckily, my semester has been fairly easy so far due to online classes and independent study, but things are about to get crazy.

I have about 100 pages of articles to read tomorrow that I should have done over the break so I can report back to my history professor about the progress I have made on the research paper the reading is for. An outline for that is due at the end of the week and a rough draft due two weeks from tomorrow. I also have my first research conference this week, which also means I will be ungodly busy at work (I print the posters for the conferences). Oh, and I have a test and my major field test for my degree on the same day my sister is going to have a baby.

Ah, life.