soundlight: Ahh, the great smell of paint.

soundlight: Ahh, the great smell of paint.

Yes, it's in my room again, not a year after the walls were done. Yesterday, the ceiling got painted.

OK. Let's back up for a minute.

Before I left for Exeter this summer, my parents encouraged me to do as much as I could to clean my room, as I would probably be getting wood flooring. Well, sure enough, when I got home, I came back to an empty room. No bed, no dresser, no desk, no baseboards, no door frame, nada. Just a wood floor. Then, after I had put down a matress for my bed, and a box for my bedside table, I was told to move them out, that my ceiling was going to be painted. Well, that's where I am right now. The ceiling's painted, and the closet is next. The baseboard molding is currently in the polyurethaning stages, and it should be on by the end of the week.

Complete change of subject.

My parents want me to figure out what I am going to do with my life. It's crazy. They've pulled out the college books, the college websites, the maps, the facts, etc., and I don't even know what I want to do yet. I know that I want to do something in the audio field, but I don't know if I want to build it or run it yet (or both). No idea. And senior year looms closer than ever...

Yes. college life is very different.