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Spring Break 2008
I went to New York with Lydia and stayed with Tasha and Matt. It was fun, except that sunday night I was up the entire night throwing up everything I'd ever eaten. When Tash and Matt went to work, I took over their bed (since I had been on the floor) and recovered for a day. Tuesday I went back to Bucknell.
Since Wednesday, I have been fighting off a cold. I've been trying to keep a positive outlook on this: I don't have to do much work, I can recover without classes getting in the way, I've seen some movies I've been wanting to see (Waitress, Wonder Boys), whatever.
Today, I went to the common room to read, and since I was bringing several books, glasses and a cup, I put them all in a tote bag so I wouldn't drop any of them. The cup I had with me was a big, ceramic one I made last year that I use all the time and like a lot. When I was done reading, I put everything back in my bag and dropped it, breaking the mug to pieces.
That's it. This is officially the worst spring break ever.
In other news, I've been noticing a lot of signs lately that make me think, "Someone had to have done that in order for them to put up a sign." Like this one in the Swartz kitchen above the trashcans:
I went to New York with Lydia and stayed with Tasha and Matt. It was fun, except that sunday night I was up the entire night throwing up everything I'd ever eaten. When Tash and Matt went to work, I took over their bed (since I had been on the floor) and recovered for a day. Tuesday I went back to Bucknell.
Since Wednesday, I have been fighting off a cold. I've been trying to keep a positive outlook on this: I don't have to do much work, I can recover without classes getting in the way, I've seen some movies I've been wanting to see (Waitress, Wonder Boys), whatever.
Today, I went to the common room to read, and since I was bringing several books, glasses and a cup, I put them all in a tote bag so I wouldn't drop any of them. The cup I had with me was a big, ceramic one I made last year that I use all the time and like a lot. When I was done reading, I put everything back in my bag and dropped it, breaking the mug to pieces.
That's it. This is officially the worst spring break ever.
In other news, I've been noticing a lot of signs lately that make me think, "Someone had to have done that in order for them to put up a sign." Like this one in the Swartz kitchen above the trashcans:
