Year 2 is down. One semester to go.

It is truly a glorious day. I am done with school, and I am concluding my first weekend at home in Salt Lake. I had six finals! SIX. ah. Okay so it wasn't that bad. I don't know about other people, but finals week kind of demotivates me. (is that a word?) I work super hard all semester, and then finals week arrives and BAM! I really don't care... This is definitely not a good mind set... ugh A truly marvalous part of being a PE major is that I do not have to write papers. yes! just tests. I am pretty sure I passed all of them. I can't wait to get my grades back.

So I had to clean my apartment before I could move out. When we moved into this apartment... it was DISGUSTING. There was stuff smeared all over the walls and everything. gross. Needless to say, the apartment had to be cleaned before I could even think of relaxing in that place. We got the cleaning list, and we kind of split the jobs. My roommate was staying three days longer, so I was in charge of doing all of the less obvious jobs that would stay clean until saturday. I ended up with cleaning under the stove, fridge, washer, and dryer. ew. That was soooo gross. I don't understand, we hardly ever used the stove. So after doing all of the crazy cleaning jobs I had one thing to do. I had to fill in all of the nail and tac holes in the walls... I don't have putty for that. And then my parents suggested a genius idea. I could touch up the walls with toothpastes. yes! It took me an hour and a half to fix the walls of my room and the kitchen. holy cow. The walls of my previous apartment may or may not smell minty fresh for the next occupant. Because there were ALOT of touch ups. I also somehow managed to fit all of my stuff into my little car. phew. that was quite the adventure. So you know the rest. I have come home and now I have to unpack. I also have to totally clean out my room here. Cats, dog, and plants for the garden have taken over my room. (what? ew) This week is just testing, packing, cleaning, unpacking, cleaning again, laundry. And that is the story of my life. (very exhilarating, i know)