I need to make this a weekly thing, at least

I realize I haven't posted in a long time (as usual). Spring break is nearly over and I'm torn right in the middle between anxiety over going back to school (1.5 months to complete 2 research papers and somehow figure out what the smeg is going on Comparative Governments? Yikes!) and excitement over seeing Blain tomorrow. Maybe I'll just drive really fast to Omaha and then drive really sloooooow all the way to school after I get him.

All-in-all I'd say my break was splendid. Watched most of Red Dwarf (as you might have noticed), season 7 of Bones, and this:

I really liked it, you should watch it too. In a nut shell, little girl has a cat who spends the days with her and the nights with a thief! Of course, the little girl and the thief meet and he saves her from, you know, stuff. (I don't want to spoil anything). This is why I don't write reviews. Go watch it. It's on Netflix.

I also slept a lot, ate a lot, sewed a lot, and pretended to clean my room a lot (which honestly just consisted of me moving stuff from the floor to the dresser and the stuff in my dresser to the floor). Mum also spent a lot of money on me too, which was awesome. (I use the word "which" a lot. I learned in editing class that "which" is a word one should avoid like the plague . . . which I obviously suck at.)

It's 1 30am and I have to leave at 7am and drive for 3 hours to pick up Blain. I miss him a lot. I can't sleep. Too excited. Which (there it is again) is the whole reason I'm even here, because, honestly, he's the only one who reads these anyways.

Goodnight tiny audience! I hope I don't crash tomorrow!