I'm back in Minnesota for the weekend. My sister is on some crazy Harry Potter kick, so a life size Hermione is staring at me right now in my parents living room. A life size Ron and Harry are here too, but their stupid looks can't really ever be classified as staring.

I don't get why so many more of my friends are constantly posting exactly where they are and with who on facebook. I mean, I like that you can do it, and plan to the next time I am on a date with someone gorgeous... and people who do it every now and then, cool. But does anyone really want there to be an online record of where you spend every night of the last week on a website with questionable privacy?

My favorite blog writer got some job where she doesn't have time too nearly as much. ReinschinScrubs and Brent Jordan better keep going strong, I would hate to get bored with the internet, and have to, you know, do something with my life.

My IPOD transmitter died for a third time as I got on the highway before a long road trip. It's actually the fuse my DC adapter is over that blows... but the IPOD is what kills it. And it's timing is... impressively intelligent. I'm on to you, Steve Jobs.

I like working 40 hours over the first 3 days of a week, then having a 5 day weekend. Not the working part of it, just the weekend part of it.

Well, adventures to ensue while I am home, then be blogged about. And by adventuresI mean my sister and father arguing over where the Gryffindor emblem and where the Hufflepuff emblem should be hanging from the ceiling. Someone call me, distract me, and save me from Harry Potter obsessed med-students celebrating the end of their childhood!