and now I do a dorky dance

My dad and my brother got back from Illinois last night -- they'd been gone the last week at the National Trappers' Convention. [dammitcarl: "Trappers' convention? I love it when America is exactly how I picture it."] My grandfather was there as well, of course, which means the two of them managed to drag home all of my assorted belongings that have been sitting in storage at my grandparents' house since last semester.

My CDs! Books upons books! My compuuuuuuuter!

I believe my brand new icon (made by the darling grrleloquence) comes close to expressing my feelings on the matter.