If I were a bunny I'd HOP HOP HOP! HOP HOP HOP!! HOP HOP HOP!!!
So I'm finishing up my first week back from Spring Break. It's actually been pretty good. Monday was absolutely gorgeous, so I skipped class and went shopping up and down the Lancaster strip with Amanda. I purchased "The Vagina Monologues", a used Foucault book, and a used Elliott Smith CD. She and I also had some amazing sushi and tried fried ice cream for the first time, and let me tell you it was damn good. Later that night around 10, Alison and I unsuccesffuly attempted to go to the gym and instead ended up going for a walk that ultimately amounted to about 7 miles. It was so refreshing. We walked all the way into Haverford to the house I lived in, went down some other streets, and wandered around Haverford's campus to find a bathroom. It's a very pretty school. I'd never really noticed before. We also encountered some ducks at the pond and watched them for a while. One duck violated another one while others chased eachother for the attention of the she-duck. It was a grand ol' time.
Nothing else really happened during the week except for some classes and a bit of work on my thesis. Got some papers and exams back, and that was really nice. I got to feel smart for a few minutes here and there.
And then came Friday... St. Patrick's Day, where I get to celebrate the fact that other people are Irish. It was quite a bunch of fun, though I don't want to see, taste, or smell alcohol for a good long while. I have a tendency to drink like a dirty old man, but keep forgetting that I have the body of a 21 year old girl. So today was a do-nothing day. Stayed in pajamas and glasses all day and have just been loving the shit out of my bed. Actually, I'm currently lying in it and I think I'll pop in some "Pulp Fiction" and fall asleep soon. Later, all!
Nothing else really happened during the week except for some classes and a bit of work on my thesis. Got some papers and exams back, and that was really nice. I got to feel smart for a few minutes here and there.
And then came Friday... St. Patrick's Day, where I get to celebrate the fact that other people are Irish. It was quite a bunch of fun, though I don't want to see, taste, or smell alcohol for a good long while. I have a tendency to drink like a dirty old man, but keep forgetting that I have the body of a 21 year old girl. So today was a do-nothing day. Stayed in pajamas and glasses all day and have just been loving the shit out of my bed. Actually, I'm currently lying in it and I think I'll pop in some "Pulp Fiction" and fall asleep soon. Later, all!