I'm home. My first year of college didn't have the ending I wanted—or expected—but I can't say things are bad. I just got all of my grades in and it was my worst quarter yet. (Too many distractions...)

I start an accounting internship on Monday, but until then I plan on hanging out with friends that I haven't seen in months. I got home Wednesday afternoon and that's pretty much what I've been doing—staying up late doing nothing with people because there's nothing to do. But I really miss a few people from OSU and I better get to see them sometime this summer.

It's actually not that weird to be home after spending a year away at college. I just kind of went right back to my old way of life, no problem. Sure, things are different, but not really. There's still the same people here and the same things to do and the same posters on my walls.

I'm about to go running in the park system, which is one thing I thought I'd really miss when I left here for OSU. Turns out I like running at OSU so much better. There are so many more routes to take: I can run along the Olentangy or west to Upper Arlington; or I can run around campus, through the Oval, down High Street into the city—such dramatic changes in scenery for such a "small" place.

My family left for vacation this morning, but my brother and I stayed home. We have one car to share and $140 for the week—$50 of which my brother already "lost." So that's not good. But it means we have the house to ourselves for a while, so I can sing embarrassingly loud anytime I want or play music with the bass all the way up at all hours of the day. Good deal.