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Cinco de mayo's coming!
Okay, well it's actually like a month or so away. But I can't help but feel festive.. a festivity which in the case of 5/5/05 will hopefully consist of many coronas, margaritas and snazzy shots with the salt and lime bit. And tacos and burritos and quesadillas too. Oh my!
What can I say, I'm celebrating my hispanic side. As opposed to my burnt side, which isn't quite so fun.. I went to the beach the day before yesterday and fell asleep grooving on my headphones and lying in the sun.. my entire frontside is now toasted a cheery shade of red. You may call it burnt.. but I call it sexified. Like, lobster sexy. Or a fat kid after running the quarter-mile dash sexy.
The final days of school are underway. If I make it alive through these last few weeks, believe me that will be more than enough cause for plenty celebration... like a fiesta worthy of a bajillion, kajillion hangovers. Which is actually kind of what school feels like, one giant hangover in a few hour-long increments.. and there isn't a horse pill of pharb alive that'll help that one. Ay.
Anyway, that's enough of me rambling.. I'm down and out for the count for the evening. Or afternoon now, whatever.
Ps. I've been like ubernostalgic lately. I don't know what it is, but I've been thinking back on things a lot. I suppose it doesn't help that in the past two days alone I've seen at least three familiar faces I haven't talked to in years. Mostly from high school.. the drama department no less. Go fig.
Okay, well it's actually like a month or so away. But I can't help but feel festive.. a festivity which in the case of 5/5/05 will hopefully consist of many coronas, margaritas and snazzy shots with the salt and lime bit. And tacos and burritos and quesadillas too. Oh my!
What can I say, I'm celebrating my hispanic side. As opposed to my burnt side, which isn't quite so fun.. I went to the beach the day before yesterday and fell asleep grooving on my headphones and lying in the sun.. my entire frontside is now toasted a cheery shade of red. You may call it burnt.. but I call it sexified. Like, lobster sexy. Or a fat kid after running the quarter-mile dash sexy.
The final days of school are underway. If I make it alive through these last few weeks, believe me that will be more than enough cause for plenty celebration... like a fiesta worthy of a bajillion, kajillion hangovers. Which is actually kind of what school feels like, one giant hangover in a few hour-long increments.. and there isn't a horse pill of pharb alive that'll help that one. Ay.
Anyway, that's enough of me rambling.. I'm down and out for the count for the evening. Or afternoon now, whatever.
Ps. I've been like ubernostalgic lately. I don't know what it is, but I've been thinking back on things a lot. I suppose it doesn't help that in the past two days alone I've seen at least three familiar faces I haven't talked to in years. Mostly from high school.. the drama department no less. Go fig.