It's so strange to see summer coming to an end. In about two and a half weeks I'll be running around my college campus and interviewing for classes. Don't get me wrong, I've had a long summer and I don't feel like it's going too quickly. The tricky thing about time, though, is that happened months ago can feel like it happened just last week, and vice versa. I feel like there's so much I wanted to accomplish that I just never did: Bake and cook more, teach yourself to sew, exercise while you have the time, write write write. I think that's how it is every summer, though. There's always a big list of summer plans, and no matter how much of them you actually do, there's always more you could have done. I'm hoping to make the most of these last few days of summer, finishing up a few writing and craft projects, seeing friends, FINALLY seeing Harry Potter (I think I'm the only HP fan on the planet who hasn't yet), and baking cheddar rosemary muffins, among other things. It's just that there's so much uncertainty about the first few months of school that summer just pleasantly lacks. Will I get into the classes I want? Will I get the job I want so desperately? I'm not good with lacking control, and in the summer I feel like I can do what I want, when I want for the most part. The most I can do about my classes and job is hope, you know? So I guess I'll hope.