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?

You Can't Handle An Update!

If anyone is still waiting for me to post, I thank you. You're dedication is incredible. Even I wasn't sure if I'd ever come back. It'd seemed as though for a while there I'd died amongst a pile of homework and lab reports but here I am, no worse for wear if we all just disregard a lot of paper cuts. I think Thanksgiving got thrown into this time period, too. But for the most part there isn't much noteworthy there.

Here's a taste of my life as of late: I just got back from work after a full day of classes. Woohoo! Lay down, do some homework, eat some food, maybe, if I get crazy. Checking e-mail. Bad idea. Guess who wants me to run back into work via snow storm?

I took the news like a champ.

I stomped into boots, refused to change back out of my pajamas, stuck in headphones and started to sing anything that came on, regardless if I knew the words or not, and threw snowballs at passing cars.

I am an adult.

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Seriously, I have nothing else to write about.

Here's a picture of a kitten to make up for it.