It's the final countdown.

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So you know how I left off on my last entry (over two months ago) saying that I was going to spend the summer having a social life? Well I'm not sure about that, but a good few other things did happen this summer. It's been pretty intense, to the point where the start of school is looking like a relief.

On the less exciting side of the scale, I worked as a tour guide/receptionist/whatever the hell else needed to be done at The Myrtles Plantation. The Myrtles has been deemed "America's most haunted home", and though I didn't directly encounter any ghosts I did come across some pretty scary characters (ranging from psychics to rednecks). In my first week alone I was proposed to by a guy on my tour, force-fed grits, and asked multiple times questions like "Are you guaranteed to see ghosts?" "Do the ghosts touch people?" and "Are YOU a ghost?" All in all an interesting first-job experience, to say the least.

Early in the summer I also had a brief job playing some chick named Eliza Pirrie for an LPB special. I won't go in to detail about this, but I will let you know when to tune in to watch me pretend to play the piano and wear the stupidest hat you will ever have the amusement/horror to witness.

Now that you've been updated on my summer involvement in the working-world (you poor soul), I'll give you a brief run-down of the important things that as my blog reader you need to know, but I really don't want to talk about. Firstly, I'm now dating someone. Secondly, this someone's name is Jacob and he will also be coming to LSMSA because, thirdly, he was previously dating Anneke (the roomate and bestie, remember?). This has lead us to, fourthly, the fact that Anneke and I will not be rooming together next year. We've decided it's for the best, and we're still besties, so don't get your knickers in a bunch. But for the sake of my sanity (and probably yours), I digress.

Move in is in less that a week (this Saturday - gasp!) , and though I'm stocked up on all of the silly crap one must have in a dorm room (ranging from Beatles posters to pirate-themed dishes), I'm a wee bit apprehensive. But a bit excited as well, so I'm just going to suck it up and take the leap of faith (with or without the leaping or the faith, but you get the idea). If you don't hear from me, tell my mother to return the Frigidaire.