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For the past two years I've been spending my spring breaks in Bellingham. How exotic, eh? Just kidding. I'd like to see YOU try to be in a long distance relationship. Anyway, that may very well change for my very last spring break of liiiife (unless I go to grad school, but let's not think about that). I'm applying to do this thing called Border Plunge. Basically, if I'm accepted, I get to go to the Arizona/Mexico border, see how much the city on Mexico's side is pushed up against the border, cross the border and speak with the locals and eat home made Mexican food, and so forth. Not your typical Spring Break in Mexico, aka Puerto Vallarta/Cancun/whatever, and it'll probably be depressing, but it'll be cool.
Anyway, school blows. Next week is fall break. So I get to make some bank at work and actually work full time since August, and then next Tuesday Yumi and I are planning on seeing America's Best Dance Crew tour. Next Wednesday I'm heading up to Bellingham to help Spencer finally unpack and somewhat reorganize and decorate his apartment. Then on Thursday I'll probably head back down to University Place otherwise wait until Friday morning to caravan down to Stanwood and feed Spencer's mom's cats and then it's Ailsa's birthday. And then I get to spend time with family. And then it's school again and I figure out what to do with my last semester leading up to my two muthafuckin Bachelor's Degrees which won't really mean anything.
SUCH IS LIFE.
I hate my thesis. Sociology SUCKS.