Spring has sprung, the grass has risen. Can't wait til May 2 to get out of PRISON!

There's a bulletin board downstairs in my building that says that. I completely agree, except that Spring hasn't really quite fully sprung. Sad, isn't it, that it's the end of April and yet it's supposed to snow tomorrow. Sigh. But, lucky for me, I don't have to wait until May 2, my last final is Wednesday the 30th. I have to work that night and then I'm off to Idaho for the rest of the week, to marry off my first best friend of the summer. (The next one's not until June.)

I am SO ready to get out of here. I even started packing today. My apartment looks really empty just pulling stuff off the walls. I think it's the prison white that these walls are painted. They're actually doing renovations this summer. Getting new couches and painting colors on the walls. Oh well, I'm moving out anyway, and I'm never coming back. I am ready for a change.

There is one thing I'd like to know before I go though. And that's who in the world gave me this.

Not the greatest picture I know, but it's a ziplock bag, with about a half a cup of flour in it. It says To: Megan

heart/Secret Admirer

It's pretty much the most random thing that's ever been doorbell ditched here. And we don't even have a doorbell. I would guess that this is from a girl though. Boys don't usually sign their names with hearts.

Guess what, One week and I am Outta Here!