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meh. spring break isn't what I had planned (Canada, anyone?) but oh well. I'm still pretty sick/not eating/pukey that travelling was probably the last thing that I should be doing.
so, basically it has been me relaxing, working out, and walking the puppies at the beach. Funny story there, Em and I were walking on the beach, and these middle-aged men were playing soccer, and I swear to the god I don't believe in that one of them screamed "west side!" right before he kicked the ball. it was funny.
oh, and a tragic story. So I'm talking to my Dad Thursday in the car, and he tells me that he almost got a job for me for over break. I inquired as to what it was, and apparently Mrs. Royce needed a chaperone for her daughter and her friends for the week in St. Bart's. All expenses paid, and I would have probably gotten paid too, to drink, tan, and flirt with greased up cabana boys. oh well. She ended up going herself. FUCKING A. now I'm stuck in cold, dreary Connecticut. Cest la vie.
on that note, time for me to start reading Death of a Salesman. Lovely.
until next time...
so, basically it has been me relaxing, working out, and walking the puppies at the beach. Funny story there, Em and I were walking on the beach, and these middle-aged men were playing soccer, and I swear to the god I don't believe in that one of them screamed "west side!" right before he kicked the ball. it was funny.
oh, and a tragic story. So I'm talking to my Dad Thursday in the car, and he tells me that he almost got a job for me for over break. I inquired as to what it was, and apparently Mrs. Royce needed a chaperone for her daughter and her friends for the week in St. Bart's. All expenses paid, and I would have probably gotten paid too, to drink, tan, and flirt with greased up cabana boys. oh well. She ended up going herself. FUCKING A. now I'm stuck in cold, dreary Connecticut. Cest la vie.
on that note, time for me to start reading Death of a Salesman. Lovely.
until next time...