When one has a longish break such as this one, a final, reflective evaulation of the time spent is always required for the break to be complete, such as no party is truly complete without the hungover, oh-God-who-did-I-hookup-with postmortem the next morning.
So here, for your reading pleasure (and sadistic amusement), I give you Xmas Break: The Final Evaluation
Looking back to the very beginning of the break, I'd say it started out well, with the debate meet in Cheyenne as a nice transition from the academic grind to the relaxed environment. Moving into the more Jesus-centric times, I'd say the namesake holiday went swimmingly and really was a warm and loving time for me. Finally, the New Year's celebrations were exciting and I believe that this year has begun on a rather positive note. Ending break with a bleaching of the hair (yes, again) was a nice touch, and overall this Xmas break has been, in a word, rockin'.
Now let's run the numbers:
Got drunk 3 times, kissed 3 boys, kissed 1 girl (oh, Julia, you sultry minx, you're just getting action from everyone), ate approximately 1 billion Xmas cookies, watched 2 movies in theaters, watched 15 episode of Doctor Who at home, bought 3 incredibly cute articles of clothing, played 6 games of Candyland, and cried 0 times.
It's been a good one, guys.
Alas, school begins again tomorrow, and back into the world of stress I go. Luckily, I've got a musical and a trip to London/Paris to look forward to. If I didn't, I don't know how I'd survive.
Hope your breaks have all been just as awesome!
Zzzzzzzzzp (the sound my neglected schoolbag makes when I open it)
Julia
PS: No, I don't have any pets. Does a little sister count?
Glad you had a good break! I know what it feels like to be hung over from a totally bad-ass party the night before, so I can sympathize. Actually, I don't, so I can't.
ReplyDeleteOh my God you kissed a girl at a party?!?!? THAT IS SO HOT!!! How drunk were you before you did it? (Random side note: a couple of kids in my science class literally thought the lyrics to Katy Perry's hit song were "I Kissed a Squirrel and I Liked It.")
Meh, I've never liked people who take trips to Europe, but only because I know I won't go until after 18. My parents didn't leave the country until they were in their twenties, so neither will I, apparently.
Little sisters do not count, unless she wears a leash, has been fixed, or barks at two-minute intervals during the day and night.