Just Three More Weeks. . .

So Brandon is currently extremely anxious for the semester to be over.  He's almost there. . . hopefully he can make it.  He feels like he's been getting lazier.  He struggles to make time to do homework on the weekend.  The last two weekends he has done none, which means a lot of long days and late nights Monday and Tuesday.  It's so hard to do homework on a Saturday after working in the mornings, and then coming home to beautiful warm weather.  So instead he spent yesterday playing flag football, ultimate frisbee, and catching snips of basketball games in between.  

Yesterday Brandon got to go up to Aspen Grove for an orientation meeting.  This summer he will be working up there as a bobcat counselor, which means that he will get to play with six year olds all summer.  He's pretty excited about that.  His friend Mike claimed he saw Brandon's future wife at the orientation yesterday, because on her name tag, her favorite hobby was listed as running.  That probably doesn't mean anything.  However, late last night, a girl named Alice, whom Brandon had previously taken on several dates last semster, decided to give Brandon something like his fifth chance and invited him to go out and get a frosty with her, which he consented to.  To bad that she smelled of nice perfume after just having been to see a play, while Brandon smelled like b.o.  after having been playing sports all afternoon.  Maybe Brandon should take a hint and take this girl on some more dates.  We'll see. . . later more likely than sooner. . .