Unpacking sucks

Hello, hello. Long time no post. But here I am, bored out of my skull, and dusting off the old blog. So buckle up. Or don't.
But really unpacking blows. I just finished unpacking, and I've been home for just about a week. Although it doesn't help that I had no where to put myself because my brother thinks we live in a zoo, so I had to clean as I was unpacking. And once I started cleaning my OCD wouldn't let me finish until I was done, and I mean DONE. not done. DONE. But it was seriously ridiculous. So much crap on our floor, I'd pick some random thing up and be like

But we finally have a floor and room to actually walk around again. so yay.
On a lighter note, it was my mom's birthday the day after mother's day, and I got her this big old thing of flowers. I know what you're thinking, 'Wow Kevin you're such a great son I hope my kids grow up to be like you,' trust me I get that all the time. But my mom was like

In other news, the NBA and NHL playoffs are giving me gray hair. I felt several years drain off my life when the Pens lost in double overtime last night. Maybe with a Pacers-Spurs final would add a few years back on because either way I win.
Oh and it's summer now. Unless you're still in High School. To which I say: Ha, sucks. When I moved out of my dorm my RA made me re-clean just about everything because well I didn't really clean anything to begin with. I felt like she was judging me.

I just ordered a pair of yellow Kobe 8's. AND I got Dr. Scholl's massaging gel insoles today, FOR FREE.

OH. Story time. I thought I was gonna die last night. At like 3 in the morning when I was the only one awake I heard a loud bang downstairs. I assumed it was one of my turtles so I went down to investigate, but they were both fast asleep. I then heard noises in my basement so I proceeded to run back up to my room and hide in my blankets like a little girl. I thought I heard footsteps later but that might have been my imagination, but I definitely heard the basement door slam, and this morning it was closed when I had left it open. I wasn't sure if there was a ghost or a robber or river monsters, I just thought I was a goner, or at least on the receiving end of a

Anyway, the rest of summer should be fun. In two weeks I start working at a sleepaway summer camp and I'm pretty excited about that. If you're in the 570 and reading this hit me up so we can hang out before I leave, cause it's right back to Blacksburg after camp ends.
I own far too many sunglasses.
Peace and happiness yall,