We're gonna get so drunk that Terry Schaivo will seem conscious!

1. My God, it's May 10th. That means it is a mere three weeks (21 days) until I have to move into my new house on E Gibson Street with a colorful bunch of characters! And I cannot express my level of excitement in mere words alone. However, with my situation being drastically different than my housemates, there is a certain level of apprehension as the time nears. With my family relocating to the Upper Hudson River Valley near Poughkeepsie, NY, it's not gonna be like they're fifteen minutes away for me to pop in and say hi to. I'm going to miss out on many significant moments in my brother's and sister's life (i.e. the brother going through high school, the sister getting old enough to date - wait, no it's good that I'm gone for that one). Of course, I will make an effort to get out there and see them, but it's going to be very weird at first with them gone. I'll get used to it, of course, just have a bit of patience with me over the next couple of weeks while everything sorts itself out.

2. This past weekend rocked! A bunch of friends and I went mini-golfing up in the mountains to the north and with our sorry lot it's guaranteed to be a ridiculous time. As it was. Highlights of the evening include my buddy Ol' Lumpy getting harassed by preteens and good yummy greasy diner food! Oh yumminess indeed. Saturday night was our annual final band/choir combined concert down at school and it was, as is always the case, fun times and showcased talents. Afterward, we went down tuh duh bar (a phrase I am still not used to saying) for hours of fun and some excellent conversation, as well as some not-so-excellent conversation (see title). It included some "guys being guys" conversing about how love lives are not necessarily what we want them to be (or, in my case, existent).

3. This coming week will not rock. It's "Dead Week," which around these parts means no exams and time to study for finals. Well, for those lucky enough to be named fishy89 and have no finals, Dead Week becomes Finals Week. I HAVE SO MUCH CRAP LEFT TO DO THAT I AM BEGINNING TO PUSH THE "PANIC" SWITCH! And, given the move about to occur, my mind is not exactly on academia, as it should be. I'm hoping the move will result in stability that, among other things, will allow me to focus my mind on what it needs to focus on.

4. I'm starting to figure out what I want to do this summer adventure-wise, and I'm getting nothing. Albeit, living at E Gibson with 4 of my friends will be an adventure in of itself. I just need more. For lack of a better comparison, it's like in The Little Mermaid when Ariel wants to broaden her horizons and get out there and do something. Or, it's like in Beauty and the Beast where Belle "wants adventure in that great wide somewhere" or something along those lines. God, I need to come up with better examples. And some summer ideas. Food for thought? Please submit ideas!

5. Apparently I have been losing weight, which brings me to my actual summer initiative. I will drop a ton of weight (not literally) over the summer, because my focuses are going to be eating healthy -- maybe I'll eat healthy if I am feeding myself -- and utilizing the empty gym at my school. I'll be there for 40-hour work weeks anyway, so I may as well use the gym afterwards.

6. The "Affairs of the Heart Blog Point" - Empty as always, except for what I feel.

Well, that's all folks. Check back soon.