Less than a minute ago, I submitted my Ethical Theory paper to the digital dropbox. What does this mean?
I'M DONE. IT'S SUMMER. I DON'T HAVE TO TAKE ETHICAL THEORY EVER AGAIN. NO HOMEWORK FOR 3 MONTHS. I CAN READ MAGAZINES AND BLOGS AGAIN WITHOUT FEELING GUILTY. I CAN GET TAN INSTEAD OF HIDING IN THE LIBRARY. I CAN LEARN HOW TO USE MY NEW CAMERA. I CAN COOK REAL MEALS AGAIN INSTEAD OF EATING QUORN PATTIES FOR DINNER EVERY NIGHT. FREE CONCERTS AND MOVIES IN THE PARK ARE COMING UP. I CAN WAKE UP WITHOUT AN ALARM ON MONDAYS. I CAN MAKE SPONTANEOUS TRIPS TO RAZZIEFRESH FOR FRO YO.
Sorry if the all-caps scared you - I'm just overwhelmed with joy. I may still have to do a few edits on a huge group project, but I'm pretending that I don't.
And the best part is that tomorrow night, me and basically my best friends since freshman year are all packing up our cars and heading out to my friend's cabin in the middle of nowhere, PA. It's near State College, I think, but we went last year and there were places in the grocery store parking lot to park your horse and buggy. So it's kind of rural.
His cabin is definitely not, though. They recently renovated it, and it's HUGE (enough for the 16 of us to sleep there comfortably), has wifi, really nice sinks, a big screen projector, and a pool table. He even has a 'secret' door to his room - it looks like a bookshelf, but when you press it just right, it swings open into his room. Needless to say, it's going to be freaking awesome. We're packing up veggie burgers and a box of Franzia (Refreshing White, at my roommate's request. The other whites apparently suck.) to keep us going from Friday night to Sunday afternoon. It's supposed to be in the 50s (so no rope swing into the river) but I'm planning on doing some hiking and getting to roast some marshmallows over the fire (but not eat them. I don't do gelatin.).
I'm just really excited to get away from the city. I want to smell fresh grass and see the stars at night. I really love the convenience of Pittsburgh - I never need a car, I can eat any type of food I want, and there are museums and shows all over the place. However, I'm really a Vermonter at heart who just wants to spend my days sans shoes and watch a field full of fireflies from my front porch. That's when I know it's summer.
When do you know summer has arrived? And is it close for you?