Day 54: Everyone likes to feel important.

And let me tell you, I am basking in the glory of having the little baby freshmen look to me for guidance as they all start to head off to Summer Welcome/write for MOVE for the first time/want to learn everything about Mizzou.

I just remember that feeling, ya know? And it's so cool to be the person on the other end: the one who knows everything about the school, and the one who can give advice and guidance/help the little lost ones out.

They come to me with questions, all like:

And I just can't handle the cuteness.

YES OF COURSE I WANT TO HELP YOU ALL.

Ugh they're all just so cute. Can't wait for August and being back in CoMo.

Lesson learned: everyone likes to feel important.

Day 53: I can, indeed, power-watch TV shows.

This used to be something that I absolutely hated doing/didn't have the attention span to do, but I'm quickly finding out that if you give me a week of total and complete freedom before a summer of internship/job-related things, I'll spend it watching episode after episode of Arrested Development.

Being productive? Leaving my house and doing things?

Sounds about right.

Lesson learned: I can, indeed, power-watch TV shows.

Day 52: Sisters make the best of friends.

I may have been away this whole year and my baby sister may be growing up and heading off on her own (very separate) way next year, but she'll always be my first — and best — friend.

Yes, it's cheesy. Yes, I mean every word of it.

Love you to the moon and back, Shannon.

Lesson learned: sisters make the best of friends.

Day 51: It can be cool to have a roommate who likes country.

To be honest, it's not often that I like it when my roommate decides we should listen to all country, all night. But 1) Hunter Hayes is adorable, and 2) Hunter Hayes is adorable.

How precious is this song/him?

Thanks for the song suggestion, Maria!

Lesson learned: it can be cool to have a roommate who likes country.

Day 50: Writing rejection letters is rough.

But honestly, if you can avoid ever having to write rejection letters in your lifetime, I would highly suggest doing so. 

On the bright side, all the columnist applications that I read this week for MOVE had me laughing my ass off. I get to work with some pretty awesomely witty people as a part of my job, and I dig it.

Also, on a completely unrelated note, I'm stoked because The Neighbourhood is finally playing a show in Arizona while I'm home. I may have to drive two hours to see them, but they're worth it.

Enjoy this acoustic perfection.

Lesson learned: writing rejection letters is rough.

Day 49: Sometimes you can fix your phone by dropping it.

I wouldn't suggest that the average person go around dropping phones, but idk it worked for me.

That is all.

Lesson learned: sometimes you can fix your phone by dropping it.

Day 48: Next year's Maneater ed board is perfect.

Shoutout to Bia and Mitch who made my internal freakout today a little less painful (and both got the editor positions that they totally deserve).

But really... Check this out:

GUYS THAT'S ME. RIGHT WHERE IT SAYS MOVE. SEE IT?

Anyway... We have such a rockin' group of people running The Maneater next year, and (sappy moment ahead — consider yourself warned) I legitimately feel so blessed to be a part of it. 

Let's do werk next year, kidz. Maneater 2013-2014, here we come.

Lesson learned: next year's Maneater ed board is perfect.

(Now commence freakout mode when I realize that I have to run the next issue of MOVE/write a story for the magazine I'm interning with this summer by the end of the week/I don't know maybe not fail my classes.)