I did absolutely nothing productive.
And I hated it!
I like this whole life of leisure thing but I am getting sick and tired of leeching off my parents.
And as my first real job approaches me (starting at the end of August) the chances of even a part time summer job recede.
At 21 and 23 they shouldn't have to be supporting both me and my brother but I do love them for it. (Well, I love them for a lot of reasons, cause they are pretty cool people.)
Tomorrow I take a lung test and go hunting the elusive job. The desperation point has officially hit "mall" and "waitressing."