Goo! It’s the first day after spring break and I’m not diggin it at all. I woke up at 7:30 this morning and it almost killed me. I hope I make it through the day. The rest of my spring break was blessedly slow and uneventful. I did not end up going to Mobile, mostly because I never heard from Andy. What did I do, you ask?
You didn’t ask? Too bad. Well, I watched season one of 24 on Thursday and Friday. Yes, I watched the whole first season in two days. No, that wasn’t twenty-four hours of TV. It was only eighteen. So nine each day. Shut up, I know it’s lame. Actually it was really good, but that’s not what you meant. The only thing that sucked is that I knew the final two twists, but that’s what I get for watching seasons two through four first. But man there were times mid-season that I was yelling in my dorm room because my mind was just blown away. Keep in mind this is me watching these episodes alone, so I was essentially talking to myself. Or yelling to myself. I’ve been told that’s the first sign of both genius and insanity, so here’s hoping.
What else? Played piano, watched pieces of various basketball games, did some homework (gasp), made a class schedule for next semester (sort of) and all in all was very relaxed. I had an anti-social, inexpensive, lazy spring break. Good times.
And now it’s back to reality, which is going to be difficult living with a man who’s got some major senioritis. I think Scott is mentally done with college. Which is good… for him. But I’ll be slacking with him before too long. I need something to motivate me, and it needs to be more than the prospect of getting good grades because obviously that isn’t enough. I might be getting that test I took in Christian Tradition back this afternoon. Hope she went easy on me.
