Milkshakes and Stomach aches

Life will eventually stop giving you things and begin to take them away. I spent the New Year reminiscing on the fact and was grateful for the things I have, surrounding myself with good people. Cherishing them until they are taken away and loving them ever more when they're gone. Hard not to think deep thoughts as Conor pulled out his ukulele and serenaded us at his mother's request for a family member that passed over the holiday.

 What a beast that kid is, huh? It's been ages since I sat around just listening to someone pluck at a guitar; felt good.

Also I ate milkshakes. Lots and lots of milkshakes.  Because when I thought to myself, "What do sober people do for New Years, the one night where it is socially acceptable for the world to get collectively sloshed and especially rowdy?"  The best idea I found was to make a frozen dairy dessert.

Yep, welcome to how my brain works.

You can't tell me this doesn't look amazing.

The shopping ensued and copious amount of candies were bought. The best part was searching for items watching people my age saunter around Meijer with their party hats skewed ever so slightly as they leaned against each other searching for the cheapest booze, and I knew I was strange to them as I debated between vanilla bean and french vanilla ice cream. But I was happy. It's nice to feel happy now and again.

And happy I was, until I spent the majority of my evening stuffing my face with all the fixin's. Then it was just painful.

But so worth it.

Happy New Year, everyone.

My resolution is to get back here a bit more often once the winter semester ends, but until then, enjoy your holidays.

Oh, the places we will go.

Hey hey. Guess what? I'm done with Fall Semester 2011. No more pencils, no more books, no more teacher's high expectations draining the life from me.

I kind of dislike myself as I write this. As a kid, I loved school. Not like an unhealthy obsession with it or anything. I just liked the binders and notebooks filled with knowledgeable tidbits, reading assignments I could single-handily wipe out with pleasure, and all-in-all placing information where it belonged and making sense of things.  Academia always tickled my fancy. I shouldn't be the one sighing with relief over a finished semester. When did I stop enjoying my education?

These are the thoughts I ponder whilst I finally get to pick up a book out of enjoyment (George R.R. Martin's Song of Fire and Ice series. I recommend it to all.), go out to eat with friends, and generally just enjoy the next week of my life. Sure, I've still gotta work, but nothing says relaxation like splitting neurocytes at a leisurely pace.

My plan seems to be, around Christmas with the family and whatnot, to visit and enjoy these places while I still can. Dr. Seuss was such a man of wisdom.

- To the Cupcake station! Where I will stuff my face with as many delectables as I can before I hit a diabetic coma.

-Yost Ice Arena. I haven't been skating in ages, but I am fully and well prepared to make a fool of myself in the context of low friction.

-My bed. Too many a nap has been squandered in the past few months.

-Kilwin's Chocolates: A caramel apple is there with my name on it. Need I say more?

-Ann Arbor Massage School. It's no German sauna, but I'll be damned if a masseuse student rubbing my back in a Thai massage at a discounted price doesn't sound amazing.

I hesitate to add anymore to this list because I want to leave ample amounts of time to be used just for nothing. Vegging out in front of a television, waking up late, or just completely misusing my time against anything productive.

I'm getting happy tingles just thinking about it.

A Sign of Life

There have been expressed concerns of my personal well-being from family and friends. I suppose blogs aren't just for personal stress relief anymore but for my lack of social networking skills, it's also to inform others that I haven't quite slipped into a stress-induced coma. (Close, but not quite.)

Well, good news. I only have another two weeks and this mind-numbing semester is over. High-fives all around! That should mean the end of this whiny tale, so you should all be thankful, too. Maybe something crazy dramatic will happen over Christmas break.
Maybe I'll finally get a new pair of shoes.
Or a FlipFold. The possibilities are endless.

My week in Pictures

See, it started off well with one of the best dinners I've had in ages. Wild mushroom crepes and a caprese salad. Oh, and that donut in the background? Really one of the biggest and most awesome onion rings I've ever experienced. Excuse me while I wipe the drool from my keyboard.

 Here's where I sit now.



And my week was going so well...

Happy December!

When did this happen? Wasn't Thankgiving like, a millisecond ago?

Please someone put me out of my misery of this semester and the work load it has induced. Just take me out back and put me down.

Why did I want to go to college again?