Spring Break Day 3: I slept 'til 3 p.m. today

This isn't even worth blogging about. In fact, this should probably be reserved for Twitter. But I want freedom from 140 characters.

I slept 'til 3 p.m. today, kind of. I got up early (8 a.m.) to take my mom to the train station before visiting my Grandma. But then, I got home and just went to bed. It's too damn cold in Chicago. Too damn cold. Too damn windy. That's why I like Spring Break. Despite the cold and bullsh*t the city puts me through, it's always 70something degrees in my bedroom. It's even warmer under the covers.

That sounds dirty.

But don't worry, nothing happened. I've been sleeping the whole time.

Spring Break Day 2: Rest, rain and roses

It wasn't too long ago when a gazillion drivers were up in arms over the rising price of gasoline. Some conspiracy theorists even called for a Congressional Committee to investigate WTF was happening there.

Well, I want a committee to research why the price of roses always sky-rockets on and around Valentine's Day.

Nearly 200 million rose stems are sold for Singles Awareness Day, yet, I don't remember any dozen roses costing $9.99. I don't think there were any flowers I could have bought for $9.99 ... other than dead ones. Maybe it's the jilted, cranky, sleepy hopeless romantic in me ... but damn ... Prices go up on everything every time I feel like I wanna do something nice on Valentine's Day (a rarity) ... yet I'm still getting paid the same.

I'm calling shenanigans.

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Nothing like sleeping through a rainstorm. It's so peaceful and relaxing. Just the way the rain rhythmically taps on my window, it's just one of the most comforting sounds in the world. Don't get me wrong: I do not like thunder. I do not like lightening. And I absolutely hate the flooding that comes with heavy rain. But there's something special about a nice rain fall.

Can't wait 'til Spring!

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Speaking of spring ... WTF Spring Break? It's cold in Chicago. It's not even cold, it's that I'm still trying to adjust to the change in climates. It was 79 degrees in St. Louis on Friday. It's 51 degrees right now in Chicago. New rule: no more going home for spring break.

(Looks at SalukiNet, notices "senior" next to "class status")

Oh, there will be no more Spring Break for yours truly after this.

Booooooooooooo.

Spring Break: Day 1

Technically, my Spring Break began last Wednesday because I don't have class that day. Couple that with a pair of what I call "work vacation days" in St. Louis for the MVC Tournament, which started Thursday and I got extra vacation days.

Yet, I feel as if my break started today. So while you good folks were on the beach and mingling with co-eds you hope to never meet again after a night of fun, I was in a dentists chair. Then at an autoshop. Then on a couch in my chilly Chicago home.

So what am I gonna do to pass the time? Resumes. Job applications. Collect clips. Taxes.

Um, that doesn't sound like much of a vacation at all.

Ugh. FML.