I'm already not doing what I should, and I've been loving reconnecting with everyone after the break. The difference here is that what I should be doing is not actually work--it's sleeping.
Which is totally awesome. So I'm just going to take a moment and bask in that statement for a moment.
Okay. The rest of break was beyond excellent. A bunch of us celebrated friend A's 19th (!) birthday. Birthday's are always strange with her, because I've been going to her birthday celebrations since the 2nd grade.
Apparently my friends and I have the social calendars of middle-aged, childless suburbanites, because there is nothing we love more than brunch. So I attended multiple. There is also nothing I love more than brunch. Sitting around and gabbing at mid-morning with a cup of coffee in my hand and fruit salad on the table is my kind of utopia. We cover all kinds of topics, ranging from government policy to our opinions on that weird unitard Kelly Clarkson wore in her last video.
Kelly, if you can hear us, we love you, but no one should wear that thing. It just does nothing good for anyone.
In other news, I can hardly believe I only have a little less than 8 weeks left of my freshman year.
WHERE DID IT GO?
Five thirty is one awful wake-up call, but I might as well finish off the semester at full speed.
It's totally bedtime.
