So one week from today I will be attempting to stay up as late as I can so I will not have jet lag when I go to Ireland. But somehow my mind doesn't even seem to think of that. I find myself anxiously awaiting to see what my final grades are for the semester are as well as packing my stuff because I move out of Point Park in two days. I am officially a senior and I want to celebrate but I am so darn busy....checking Point Park's residents room while everyone except me moves out. I guess my break will occur once I'm on the plane, crossing the ocean blue. Until then I will just need to take one day at a time.