Sophomore year: nailed it.

I never expected to be writing a blog with THIS title so soon, but hey, here I am.

I think once my graded finals roll in, I'll have an A in all my classes. So that's awesome. Now I just need to find a summer job. Or two. I have to decide whether to go to New Zealand or Denmark for my school's college's abroad requirement. AGhhhh choices.

Right now I'm just chillin' on Katie's bed while she naps. She said she'd only nap for an hour, so I'm expecting her to start stirring all drool-ily soon.

So, I always liked secondhand clothes. I liked to wear my grandma's big green jacket when I was a toddler, and I would always step into my parents' shoes. I was so fascinated with my sister's outfits that I took 75% of them when she moved out. When my mom lost her job, we started shopping at Goodwill like there was no tomorrow. At first I thought it was a little weird, though pretty cool - who knows what kind of person owned that itchy cat sweater before it got to hanging on this cold metal rack? The thing I disliked the most about shopping at Goodwill was the super long amounts of time my mom would spend there.

They say we all end up just like our parents - and we especially end up like those parts of them we find the most annoying, right? I admit it's a little scary to see myself being just like my mom, but at this point, I've already mostly become her. I string together syllables and words into made up songs and annoy people with them, I obsess over our two cats and take endless pictures of them, and I have to ask my guests if they want food about 10 times before I'm okay with their "no, thanks."

And recently, I've added "obsessed with free things" to my list of ways I'm just like my mom. Almost everyone loves free stuff - especially free food. But not everyone loves free things to the extent that my mom and I do. I mean, we really, really love free stuff. If not free, then exceedingly cheap. We've spent almost 4 hours in a Goodwill before. You know those $1 Target bins? We spend the majority of our time in Target there. And the dollar store? Don't even get me started.

So my college has this thing called the free store, which is a reserved room during finals week where anyone can come by and leave things and take things. ... Right? How cool is that? Obviously there's some crappy stuff in there, but you never know when there could be some serious gems. Stepping into the free store is like stepping into a vacuum of moneyless things. Nothing has a price tag, so what stops me from picking up anything? Who knows when I might need this hair dryer? This bulletin board could totally replace my old nasty one. What about these pants? I think I'll take them and try them on and return them later. Is anyone gonna want this pink rug? I guess I'll take it. Those shoes might fit my friend Erika; I'll take 'em. What about that storage container? Cute or not? Wait, cooking spray? I could use that. And "Things Every Woman Should Know"? How is that not already on my bookshelf? Oh my god, that's the comfiest blanket EVER!

Seriously, it never ends. I see one free thing and the next and the next and I can't give away my burning desire to snatch everything in there. No free stuff left behind.

What if that free stuff needs me?

At least I'm not a hoarder yet.