Heeeeeellllllooo moving.

My parents and I have moved many a time. Perhaps more than normal people should. I at the tender age of seventeen, have moved...wait let's count together children, *mumbles incoherently* Australia, uhhh.... 2 the first time, and uhhh, well all together it makes eleven. A remarkable number when you compare it to the amount of times my best friend has moved (0). This includes four countries, several states and a lot of groaning and complaining about incompetent movers. At least according to my mother. As we moved this last time, as I would be going to college this fall, I began to wonder...what the heck I was going to do. I mean honestly, I should start dropping a few pounds. That's a given, however beyond that, shouldn't I accomplish something. Then I found the wonderful thing they call intern sites. I may have applied to *cough* seven, different sites, in the hopes that I would at least get one internship. So here's to hoping.