~ The Enchanted Owl ~

It's Official: I'm a Bug Murderer

2013-05-17T21:28:00.000-04:00

So, I've got a story for y'all.

But first, the back story.

So, I'm a really heavy sleeper.

I've slept through alarms going off, trees falling down in our yard, stuff like that.

However, it takes me a really long time to actually fall asleep.

If I listen to soundtracks of thunderstorms and rivers and stuff, that usually knocks me out, but I either need to be sick and exhausted or listening to something like that to fall asleep.

Well.

Last night, there was this bug - my first guess was a cricket - making a constant, high-pitched droning noise outside my window last night, and it was driving me crazy.

It sounded like it was right there, so I opened my door and slammed it shut really hard.

The noise stopped for a while but then started again.

So I slammed my window shut again, and it stopped and started again, so I figured it was right there.

I really didn't want to get up, but I did, and went out in the living room to see if my dad was still up. He wasn't, but my brother was. He asked what I was doing and I told him about the cricket. He just stared at me and said, "So your plan is . . . what?"

And I says, "To kill it."

So I got a broom and a flashlight, went outside, and sure enough, there it was, about two feet from my window.

I went ahead and killed it mercilessly and went back inside.

My dad was still awake and asked if I had been the one outside with the flashlight. I said yeah, and he asked what I was doing.

I told him, and he laughed at me.

Ha.

Well, at least I was able to sleep.

Confessions: I can't sing

2013-05-13T16:44:00.000-04:00

I've previously written a post about American Idol, where I poke fun at the fact that the gal I wanted to win didn't.

And I think I mentioned something about how I'd love to be a judge there, if only to take Simon's spot.

I overheard something on the radio this morning about the ridiculous amount of money Nicki Minaj and Mariah Carey are being paid to be judges.

My response?

"I'll do it for $25 an hour!"

But really, I'd love to be a judge for a singing contest.

There's only one kinda huge drawback:

. . . I can't sing.

Now let me qualify that.

I have the ability to sing, but I can't sing well, can't carry a tune.

I sing in the car when I'm alone because I don't want to inflict my tone-deafness on other people.

I love them too much to do that to them.

However, Candice Glover -- WHO IS FROM BEAUFORT -- can sing!

So yes, vote for Candice Wednesday night!

When the last final's done. . .

2013-05-06T17:19:00.000-04:00

. . . we all like:

No, really.

That's what we do.

Oh, and by the way, I'm officially a senior now.

Learning to Let Go

2013-05-01T21:27:00.000-04:00

Normally, this is the time of year people are flooded with "OMg its like finalzzz peeps so scared lol" posts.

And this is sort of one of them, but not really.

I'm not really worried about finals this semester. I've already done three, and I only have three left, and only two of those are actual tests.

No, I'm gearing up to learn a really hard lesson that they can't teach you in a classroom.

I'm learning to let go.

I'm not talking about a relationship, though this lesson has infinite applications.

No, for me, it's my GPA.

I'm not bragging here; I'm stating a fact: these past two and a half years, I've earned a 4.0.

And I'm really scared I'm going to lose it.

I know a B and / or a 3.9 is nothing at all to sneeze at.

And I wouldn't be letting anyone down by getting a B.

Except me.

And that's what I'm struggling to let go of.

I don't want that to be my idol.

I don't want that to bug me.

I want to have peace about it.

And I can.

It's just a struggle.

But it's a good struggle to have.

I mean, at the end of my life, God won't be judging me on my grades.

He'll be judging me on how I lived for Him.

And that's worth so much more thought than a GPA that only matters for four years.

My (Mis) Adventure in the Realm of Cuisine - Part III

2013-04-29T20:59:00.000-04:00

This isn't so much of a misadventure as it is total ignorance.

Me and my dad went to Olive Garden last night, and somehow I got to thinking about tablespoons and teaspoons.

Now, why do we have a teaspoon, half a teaspoon, a fourth of a teaspoon, and an eighth of a teaspoon, but only just a tablespoon?

Me and my dad started to discuss that, but we were working on the (erroneous) presumption that one tablespoon equals two teaspoons.

(My mother has since corrected us; it's three teaspoons to one tablespoon, but that furthers my point.)

Why is there not a half a tablespoon?

I guess that'd be one and a half teaspoons, but really?

And that brought to my mind this: what do Europeans and -- well, pretty much everyone but Americans -- use when they cook?

Do they use cups and tablespoons?

Or is there some Metric equivalent?

. . . Or am I just over analyzing this?

Disney's Old School Sass

2013-04-26T16:06:00.001-04:00

Can we just have a moment to talk about how sassy some of the classic Disney movies are?

I mean, look at just Sleeping Beauty.

Those fairies got some SNARK!

Although I do find it hilarious that Merryweather doesn't realize it's pink till Flora throws the whole roll over her.

And Merryweather minces no words.

I. Love. That.

And if you don't like Merryweather, we can't be friends.

Sorry not sorry.

"You can't sew! And she's never cooked!!"

And yet she never really comes off as rude, or disrespectful, just . . . young.

They can't really do movies like that anymore.

-sigh-

Still one of my favorite Disney movies ever.

I think this calls for a Disney Princess marathon.

Who's in?

21 Before 21

2013-04-24T16:51:00.001-04:00

So today at 4 AM, I turned 21.

You didn't get up for my birthday?

Oh, it's totes cool; I didn't get up for that, either.

Anyhoo, I've heard of these "[things done] Before [Age of the same numerical value]" things before, and I figured I'd do one for my birthday.

These are in no particular order, save for the first one.

1. met Jesus as my Savior

2. graduated high school

3. published a book

4. been to Mile Zero, where I . . .

5. . . . inadvertently swam with tarpons

6. visited the Statue of Liberty

7. voted in a Presidential election

8. drank pigeon milk (my dad's cologne)

9. performed an amateur amputation

10. made sushi

11. got a job (and still have the job)

12. got a full ride through college

13. went to the midnight showing of a movie

14. zip-lined

15. whitewater rafted

16. member of two honors societies

17. ran a 5K

18. changed a tire (yes, on the side of the road)

19. melted a plastic container on a stove by accident

20. had a pen-pal in another country

21. been to the Kennedy Space Center

So yeah, Happy Birthday to me! :)

21 certainly makes me no less clumsy . . .

. . . but oh well, nobody saw that.

And this is what I'd like to leave you with:

I know 21 isn't that old in the grand scheme of things, but thinking about it makes me feel kind of old.

I mean, I saw Y2K.

I saw 9/11.

I've seen Mad Cow disease, Avian Bird flu, and Swine flu.

I saw the capture and death of Saddam Hussein and the death of Osama bin Laden.

I've seen the funerals of Ronald Reagan and Margaret Thatcher.

I've seen the advent of the iPod, iPhone, and iPad.

I've seen the earthquake in Japan and the tsunami in Indonesia.

I've seen a lot, I think.

But this is really all that matters:

Senioritis

2013-04-22T20:39:00.000-04:00

This is a Public Service Announcement.

Many college students suffer from senioritis.

This debilitating illness has many symptoms, but the most common are fidgeting in class, daydreaming while having purposed to finish homework, boredom, and itchy, watery eyes that mimic the symptoms of spring fever.

Senioritis doesn't only affect those in their fourth year of college: it can affect those as fresh and new as those in their first year.

But this doesn't have to be your reality.

To counteract the symptoms, pop in a classic Disney movie.

Take them bowling.

Feed them.

Offer any and all distractions.

They'll know instinctively when it is time to return to the grind.

Senioritis is real.

Don't let it be you.

Youtube Crushes

2013-04-19T13:30:00.000-04:00

Okay, these are not legitimate crushes, but oh lawd they is funny.

Ever heard of DJ Flula?

Well, you should watch some of his stuff, because it's hilarious.

He's this German DJ who - when he comes into contact with weird English idioms that he doesn't understand - he gives it his best shot.

For instance, there's the Rock, Paper, Scissors.

Happy as a Clam.

Skeletons in the Closet.

Proof is in the Pudding.

Trick or Treat, Smell my Feet.

And my personal favorite: the Party Pooper.

(A friend made me watch that in the middle of the university library -- my other friend working at the checkout desk thought I was having a stroke. It's really hard not to laugh, y'all.)

His broken English is adorable and hysterical, and the 'outside opinion' is priceless.

And Olan Rogers.

If you have not heard of him, I pity you.

A friend of mine posts a picture of him every Monday, and when you watch this, you'll see why.

His facial expressions and snarkiness are to die for.

He also talks about the time he took his lady out -- that's pretty awesome, too.

But yeah.

Those are my Youtube crushes.

Why Pandora is awesome . . . and slightly awkward.

2013-04-17T13:30:00.000-04:00

I gotta say, I love Pandora.

It’s free.

It’s got a TON of stuff there.

And it tries to understand what you do and do not like.

Heck, that’s pretty impressive.

But it can be sort of awkward.

For instance, you don’t know what’s going to be played next.

The wild card factor doesn’t really bother me, but if an objectionable song comes on, that’s always the moment a younger sibling or a parent comes into your room to ask you something.

And that’s probably when you’ve hit your skip limit too, so you have to switch stations entirely.

Ahhh, modern technology.

But really, I do love Pandora.

I have entirely too many stations, but oh well.

I really like that they’ve upped the number of songs played per artist – it used to be two per hour. Now I guess it’s like five. That’s always nice.

If I could suggest just one feature, though, it’d be an automatic list builder of songs you’ve given a thumbs up.

So much better than taking a picture of the song info. . .

UPDATE: A friend hath introduced me to Slacker Radio.
ME GUSTA.
Slacker Radio keeps track of the songs you've liked, which is very, very, very helpful to people like me who are prone to forget things like their names and trivial things like that.
Only downside is that they don't have as many artists as Pandora has, but I'm content to use both -- Pandora for my more obscure tastes, and Slacker Radio for the more popular ones.

An Unexpected Passenger

2013-04-15T13:30:00.000-04:00

So I was driving the other day and---

What?

NO!

I wasn't carjacked!

No, but I did have an unexpected passenger.

I was driving along - and thank God I was at a stop sign because that could very well have caused an accident - I saw something out of the corner of my eye.

I thought it was somebody on the sidewalk, so I just turned to look and-----

I'll take the opportunity to say this: ever see a spider on your windshield and you have to turn on your windshield wipers to see if it's on the outside or the inside?

Well, this beauty wasn't on the windshield, it was on my window, and it wasn't a tiny spider, either.

It was this huge roach.

I screamed and probably made one of those movie-scream faces.

Probably looked a lot like this:

But I dunno; I couldn't see me.

The person pulling onto the road I was on could.

Needless to say, I got that roach out of there.

And the person let me out, because they probably thought I was cray cray.

Which I'm totally not.

Just sayin'.

Kindle Fire HDD Giveaway!

2013-04-11T12:30:00.000-04:00

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A Throwback

2013-04-09T12:27:00.000-04:00

So last night my dad and I went to see Jurassic Park in 3D.

They did a pretty good job of it, I think.

But it was funny, because I'd forgotten just how 90's it was.

The clothes, the hair, the giant huge loud clunky computers.

Afterwards, we sat in the credits and tried to remember how old it was.

I thought it was a year or two older than me.

Nope.

1993.

A year younger.

Ouch.

I've just really been having throwbacks lately.

You know what I found on Youtube the other day?

Entire episodes of Legends of the Hidden Temple.

I loved that show.

Loved it.

And you know what app I got not too long ago?

A Tamagotchi app.

Oh yes.

I had one of those.

I actually still have it, but as I recall, those things were pretty needy, so I don't really have time for one right now, given all the stuff I've got going on.

After the movie last night, my dad and I went to Cheeburger Cheeburger, and they were playing 50's music.

And it was then and there I decided that I want to listen to some songs of Chubby Checker.

That'll be Summer Project #3.

Confessions: I Could Have Been a Math Major

2013-04-06T11:48:00.002-04:00

DISCLAIMER:

This is not a dig at people who enjoy math, who have degrees in math, or jobs related to math.

It's just me being snarky and slightly honest.

Sometimes people ask me why I'm an English major.

They're like "Oh, do you want to teach?"

I don't really, and I can't help but think that if I wanted to teach, I'd be an education major.

But English is just something I enjoy and that I'm good at, and I thought reading books and writing essays for four years would be alright.

Yep.

But I'm also good at math -- or at least I was about five years ago.

Haven't taken it since then.

I'm taking it now.

And I love it.

But the thing is, I just couldn't do math for four years.

Well, maybe I could have, but I don't think I'd have liked it.

Mostly because of Geometry.

Just not my thing.

In high school, my math teacher begged me to be an engineer, but I hate Geometry, so that wasn't really something I wanted to do.

I finally got him to stop telling me that by saying that if I did become an engineer, all I'd make is roller coasters and he'd have to test ride all of them.

That worked.

But I used to be really good at it.

I could solve small-ish matrices in my head, I still can foil quite a bit mentally, and stuff like that.

I'm surprised my professor hasn't gotten on me yet for not showing a lot of my work.

I might take more math next year, just to fill up empty space in my schedule, but next year is pretty much anything I want to do, so maybe I'll take some math. . .

Maybe I won't.

Heck, maybe they'll offer an equestrian class.

That'd be fun.

But don't think I don't like math much because it's hard.

No, that's part of why I like math: you have to figure it out; it's not just memorization.

I mean, English is hard too.

You try remembering what the Great Vowel Shift was, or how Proto-Indo-European converts Greek and Latin to English and stuff.

I like a good challenge.

But I have to admit that math has a one-upper on English as far as I'm concerned.

In English, you can read things pretty much however you want, but in math, 2+2 always equals 4.

I like that.

Consistency and concreteness is cool.

(And that's ^ alliteration.)

There's just one thing I don't really understand about math.

I mean, English majors learn how to think critically, and that's a skill you can use anywhere.

Math majors learn how to think analytically, and that's a skill you can use anywhere.

But I just don't understand why we learn some of the stuff we do in math.

Isn't a lot of that more theoretical than applicational?

Theoretical's totally fine, really, but . . . isn't applicational more useful?

I mean, under what circumstances would somebody need to know this?

I'm not being snarky here, I swear.

This is an honest to God question.

Is this like a real thing?

I've got the concept down fine, I'm just curious.

Other than teaching my kids someday.

If I even remember it that long.

Versatile Blogger Award!

2013-04-03T18:42:00.000-04:00

So Amy over at The Girl with a Camera has nominated me for the Versatile Blogger Award!

This is super sweet of her, and y'all should totally check out her blog. =)

Now here are the rules for the Versatile Blogger Award:

~ Link to the blog of the person who nominated you.

~ Select fifteen new blog/bloggers you've recently discovered or follow regularly.

~ Nominate those bloggers for a VBA, leave a link to their page and a comment on their latest post to let them know they have been nominated.

~ Tell the person who nominated you 7 things about you.

So here are 7 things about me:

1. I used to have almost bleached-blonde hair . . . now I look like almost a brunette.

2. I published a collection of stories about two years ago.

3. I'll be 21 this month.

4. My toenails are currently light turquoise.

5. I love K-pop, J-pop, and C-pop. And other things. . .

6. I refused to read the kid's "novel" of TRON: Legacy until I'd watched the original TRON. I was not disappointed.

7. My Spanish only came in handy once: my mom and I went to a restaurant really late and were the last to leave. One of the managers didn't know how to ask a Hispanic lady to clean the tables. I did. Sorta.

And here are my nominees!

1. Caroline @ Awkwardly Caroline

2. Kenz @ Life According to Kenz

3. Karrie @ I Know This Much is True

4. Betsy @ Musings of a Museum Fanatic

5. Skylar @ Our Adventure to Three

6. Kate @ Discover Create Live

7. Denise @ [I]spasiyo

8. Samara @ The Secret Life of Samara

9. Angie @ My So-Called Chaos

10. Jessica @ Fantastically Average

11. Jo @ Jo My Gosh!

12. Laura @ Storybook Reality

13. Libby @ Libby's Life

14. Amberly @ Life with Amberly and Joe

15. Rachel @ You Can't Just Google Everything

Confessions: I've Actually Never Had Coffee.

2013-04-01T15:14:00.000-04:00

I'm starting a new series, Confessions.

I figured I might as well start with the most shocking.

So yeah, I've never actually had coffee before.

And these are some of the looks I get when I say that:

Actually, that's probably all the reactions I've gotten.

Yeah. . .

I just . . . never really wanted to have coffee.

I love the smell of coffee beans, but not when it's actually brewed.

And I don't need it in the mornings, because once I'm up, I'm up.

So you wake me up at 3 AM and you had better have something really cool for me to do or I will ~~hate~~ intensely dislike you for a very long time, probably proportional to how many hours of sleep you robbed me of.

Anyhoo, yeah, I've never had coffee.

And I don't plan to, either.

And the reason why is because when I was a kid, I had to read this book, Across Five Aprils.

It's about the Civil War, but there's only one part I really remember: the kid's mom loved coffee, but for one reason or another, they couldn't buy it, and she went through this awful withdraw and could not function, and I remember thinking I never wanted to be that dependent on something that I wouldn't be able to function if I couldn't have it.

Which rules out a lot of things for me.

Oh well.

And I remember a lot of my friends saying they never drank coffee till they got to college, but I'm almost a senior, and I still haven't had a drop.

I mean, I suppose it's kind of like tea: I just haven't found a flavor I might like.

Whatevs.

What coffee confessions do you have?

It is Friday!

2013-03-29T11:44:00.000-04:00

So, I wanted to write a snarky, witty post about it being Friday, but I've come up with nothing.

I also wanted to write a beautiful, moving post about it being Good Friday, but I've got nothing there, too.

I guess the best way to tell it would just to tell it as it is.

God created Man knowing full well we'd fall and spit in His face.

Yet He still loved us.

He spent millenia pointing forwards to One who would offer to free us from death and love us as no one else could.

And we didn't listen.

Yet He still loved us.

He sent His Son, who willingly lived on earth with few of our comforts.

We didn't accept Him.

Yet He still loved us.

We stripped Him naked, nailed Him to a cross, and caused His heart to break.

(It really did burst.)

We had no compassion for the Man who spoke of love, who fed the hungry, who healed the sick.

We laughed at Him and mocked Him and cursed Him.

Yet He still loved us.

Yet He asked that His Father would forgive us.

He died for us.

But that really does us no good if death can defeat Him.

But it didn't.

He rose from the dead on the third day, defeating death for everyone.

And He loves you.

Some people say they're not worthy of His love.

No, you're not.

But His love is no credit to you; it's a testimony to Him.

Others think they don't need His love and grace.

You do.

It doesn't matter who you are, where you've come from, what you've done.

Even if the worst thing you've ever done is tell a little white lie, you still need His forgiveness.

If you're a murderer, you still need His forgiveness.

And this week there's been all the discussion about homosexuality.

Yes, it's wrong.

God calls it an abomination because it twists and distorts the physical love he created for a man and his wife - a picture of His love and sacrifice and relationship with the church.

But God doesn't hate you.

He doesn't at all.

He loves you.

He wants you to know Him.

He wants to forgive you.

He wants to love you.

Let Him.

I’m Short

2013-03-27T11:36:00.000-04:00

I’m short.

I used to want to be tall, but I’ve heard from tall people that it's not that great being tall.

For instance, jeans just aren't long enough.

. . . Ummm, well then, you can have my problem: even the petite short jeans are about 3-4 inches too long.

I remember a few years ago I bought a pair of jeans and I went to get them taken up by this Japanese lady who does alterations down the street. I went into her store and stood on the box and she starts laughing at me when she rolled up the ends.

She's all "Oh you so cute and so short not tall at all" and I'm all "But I'm taller than you!"

It was pretty funny.

But yeah, being tall may be no walk in the park, but being short isn't too awesome either.

I Made a Thing / Mondays

2013-03-25T11:30:00.000-04:00

So yesterday, I made a thing:

. . . I have no idea what led to that.

EDIT: Now I do.

My laptop left-click button is broken, so I had to use my mouse, but I had taken the USB receiver out the day before because I needed both USB ports for something and I had to go get it but I kept forgetting what I was looking for and came back with other things that needed to be done until I remembered I couldn't do much of it without the mouse and I just wanted to be able to open up a wormhole to my dresser and have it ploop right into my hand.

Think Portal.

Also, it is Monday.

A friend of mine posts this every Monday on Facebook, and if she doesn't, another friend reminds her to. So now I'm posting it in case she forgets.

Our response to this Monday?

A Spring Hiatus

2013-03-19T16:07:00.002-04:00

I've already had an academic Spring Break, but I rather need a blogging Spring Break . . .

So yeah, I will be on hiatus until probably next week.

See you then!

Ramblings of a Fangirl: Dumb People in Comics

2013-03-15T14:52:00.000-04:00

Y'know, you've just gotta have a certain respect for people in comic books.

No, no, no, I don't mean the main characters; the heroes.

No, I mean the citizens.

Yeah, them.

The people that can't distinguish between Clark Kent and Superman because of a pair of glasses.

. . . Really, people?

They're the same size.

Have the same hairstyle.

Seem to be nearby a whole lot.

And are never seen in the same room. . .

Granted, not everyone knows Clark that well.

But what about Lois???

She's Clark's reporter buddy and has only been rescued by Superman Lord knows how many times.

You'd think she - the brilliant Daily Planet reporter - would have pieced two and two together.

(On that note, why do we put two and two together? Why not one and one? Anyhoo. . .)

And then there's the people of Gotham.

They have a bit more of an excuse for not recognizing Bruce Wayne as Batman, especially in The Dark Knight, because Bruce you can easily understand. Batman just sounds like, "WGGG RRRR AYYYY?!"

Not exactly conducive to a fruitful interrogation.

However!

Bruce randomly gets beat up - badly - the same night Batman disappears . . .

And nobody makes that connection.

And he's a hermit for eight years. Batman is also MIA for eight years.

And nobody makes the connection.

Then Bruce comes out of hiding. Batman also comes out of hiding.

And nobody makes the connection.

. . .

The citizens of Metropolis have zero excuses, but the people of Gotham just might have one. . .

Just how much fear gas did Scarecrow pump into that city sewer?

. . . This has been a public service announcement.

2013-03-14T11:57:00.000-04:00

Hey loverly followers!

Just wanted to let you know that the Google Friend Connect . . . thingy is going away, so if you want to keep getting updates from this blog, you can follow it on BlogLovin'.

Thank you!

. . .Sigh.

This has been a public service announcement.

Subjects of Songs

2013-03-13T16:17:00.000-04:00

I just gotta say . . . I feel really sorry for the people other people write songs about.

Like, basically for pretty much every guy Taylor Swift or Adele has ever dated or crushed on.

Take "Teardrops on my Guitar", for example.

Now, don't get me wrong, I love that song. It's part of the reason I respect Taylor: it's not a catty song about her liking a guy and trying to steal him. It's about her liking a guy and wanting him to be treated right and loved, even if it's not her being loved back. If fact, she tries her best not to interfere.

I really respect that.

But I hope she went by the whole "the names have been changed to protect the innocent" thing, because if she really liked some guy named Drew . . . somebody really felt awful when that was released.

Or say, Christina Perri's "Jar of Hearts".

I love that song, too. Actually, it seems like I've been living some of the songs from "Lovestrong" lately, but that's slightly irrelevant.

If you watch the music video, it's heartbreaking, but beautiful in a bitter, sad sort of way.

It's like she hates him for what he did to her . . . but knows he's going to end up hurt in the end, too.

That guy must feel pretty bad too.

I guess I just feel like I'd have to walk on eggshells around my friend if they were a songwriter - I wouldn't want to end up the butt of a song.

Though, in a way, I guess it's sort of a nod: they meant enough to them that they wrote a song about them.

Anyway, it's just interesting.

And sad.

And sweet, sometimes.

Technology Woes and Whoas

2013-03-11T13:00:00.000-04:00

I've had my Blackberry for Lord only knows how long.

I had a flip phone before that, and I really wanted a full keyboard for texting, since I don't really talk much on it.

When our contracts ran up, my dad upgraded me to a Blackberry.

He'd had one of the old-school ones, with the wheel on the side and all. Very hard to play BrickBreaker with. (The newer ones are better for that in case you're wondering.)

It's not a touchscreen, but I didn't want one. Still kind of don't.

But I was afraid I'd have to get a new phone because mine started glitching and freezing and generally acting buggy and such.

A few days ago, I decided to change my alarm tone to the Ghostbusters Theme.

. . . Don't ask. ANYTHING is better than preloaded stuff. You know that.

I plugged it into my laptop, but it wasn't even showing on the hardware. It was charging, and that was it.

I figured it couldn't hurt to try downloading the Blackberry Manager, since it was kinda, y'know, made for that.

Well.

Well.

Well.

Turns out there was an update for the OS.

Like, a big time update.

Like, 5.0.3 to 6.0.7 or something.

Yeah.

Oh. My. Gosh.

It's like having a new phone, I swear.

Spring Break

2013-03-09T13:41:00.000-05:00

So Spring Break is next week.

I don't know why they call it that.

It's not much of a break for a lot of us.

It's more like designated time to get your work done at home, sleeping in.

And people go places for Spring Break?

. . . Like, how?

I couldn't do that. I wouldn't be able to sleep if I did that.

And I can tell the break's already starting to catch up with me because I woke up thinking "I need to do ___ today"

. . . And I can't remember for the LIFE OF ME what it is!!!

On the flipside of things, BBC's Sherlock Series 3 starts filming on the 18th.