I know this break’s only been a month long. A month is nothing—a few weeks that share the same page on a calendar. But a month has been a long time with everything that’s been going on: Christmas with the family I hardly get to see anymore; late-night trips to Steak ‘n’ Shake because it’s the only place open at 2 a.m.; and for New Year’s, an impromptu trip to Texas, where the temperatures hit 70, fireworks are legal, and I can celebrate 2008 for two time zones.

So I’ve been busy—I guess—but I want to go back to OSU. I still haven’t seen the campus covered in snow. It snowed the day after I left for break; I missed that. God knows it’s going to snow tomorrow when thousands of students head back for winter quarter. I hate snow, but today I’m tolerating it. Texas was too hot for pants.

I still have to pack. And I’m looking around my room right now and wondering how it’s all going to fit in the car. But I am a very space-efficient packer when I work at it. I’m pretty sure it’s one of my many hidden talents that’s only useful when I’m too lazy to use it.

I left my bike on campus over break. I wonder if it’s been stolen yet. I’m surprised it hasn’t already been stolen. My suitemate’s bike’s been stolen—and he even used two locks. Maybe no one wants my bike; it’s bulky and the chain threatens to spontaneously combust every time you pedal too aggressively. But it gets me from Lincoln to Chipotle in five minutes (under ideal conditions), so I love it.

I started looking into housing for next year. I found an apartment that looks promising: a two-bedroom place near north campus. If I can find a roommate it’d be much cheaper than living on campus. Plus, I won’t get kicked out for breaks and I can come and go as I please. The only thing that worries me is the realtor’s inability to spell guarantee. (Is it still a legit guarantee if they spell it guaranty?) If the apartment idea falls through, I’ve been looking into the dorms on south campus and a particular hall on north. In short, I’m on top of this.

It’s late and I need to get packing before I fall asleep on my bed—it wants me. Happy Twenty-o-eight!

…I just swapped out my home set of keys for my dorm set. (Hey—that rhymes!) This makes me smile.