Ah, Spring Break. This week has been crazy: massive house parties, streaking across a crowded beach, back massages galore, AND I got arrested and made "friends" with a butch guy named Stone.
ORRRRRRRRR I'm at my work study job. Answering phone calls. Typing on this stupid (editor's note: amazing) blog.
In college, I spent my breaks either spending way too much money in a foreign land in an attempt to feel cultured...or I did service trips. The service trips were actually the most fun. I mean, who knew West Virginia could be so joyous?! No one? Okay fine, moving on.
The concept of a "Spring Break" seems kind of silly now (for someone at the deathly age of 27). Even when I was 22, I felt like I just couldn't keep up with it anymore. I mean, do the kids have to play their music so loud?
As a teacher, it was the time of the year where I just needed to sleep and recollect. This year, I find myself formatting resumes and getting increasingly nervous about finding a job after graduation. PARTY!
Though, the weather is creeping up to almost 70 degrees today in good 'ol Cambridge. I love it when the weather gets marginally high in this city, because people freak the F out. Nobody is wearing clothes right now. I put on my sandals this morning and felt completely on top of the world.
My feet are bare and I can accomplish anything as long as I put my mind on it. I mean, who needs body shots?
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