Spring Break is here.
Seven days, 168 hours, 10, 080 minutes of revelry and freedom.
A part of me wishes that it was summer already.
Actually that part of me already believes it.
This is evident in the amount of crap I brought back home, including an obscene amount of ambitious reading I plan to do in a week.
I'm home watching Iron Chef America at 2 am while waiting for the 5 loads of laundry I just put in to finish. On a side note, when did Iron Chef America get so ridiculously cheesy? I thought it was cheesy enough since it's cursed amateur and imitative inception, but come on, chairman. I mean, do they pay you per INTENSE GAZE & trite culinary pun? F*ckin' racists.
Ah yes. Being home means destroying my brain with hours of television, grazing the kitchen until I ruin my appetite, and playing with my puppy until she gets sick of me.
Damn this show.
It's making me lust after a Creuset.
i miss you. i miss you. i miss you!
ReplyDeletehope everything is going well for you.
i heard from Amanda that you're going to France again this summer. it sounds AMAZING!! i'm sooooo jealous!! and i'm gonna miss you even more!! I dont think i'll see you this week during your spring break...because i have a lot of stuff going on this week but maybe i can visit you next week while i'm on my break!! Would you be free????
<3 you tiffy!!
haha we'll see.
ReplyDeleteFirst week is always either super busy or super lazy.
Call me! :)