I was born secular

Naturally this weekend was ridiculous. Not wanting to taint the superiority of my artistically lovely online journal, ask me for party stories. Seriously insane, no lies.

On another note, 2-day week coming up! All that stands between me, a bubble bath, a spoon pile with Midland kids and some tofurkey is 3 classes, 2 hours of lifeguarding, writing one news release and a Spartan basketball game versus Vermont.

I plan on relaxing, no work. Morning visits to the gym, followed by long hot showers, tickling my baby brother (10! not a baby anymore!), chatting with my g, coffee shop convos and spoon piles with my bests, cooking (mis)adventures, and ending the nights with bubble baths and Sex in the City reruns. Oh glorious 5-day vacation. You are only the prelude to what my winter break will be.

Indulgent? Oh yes. Do I deserve it? Yep yep! The frisbee fundraiser is stressing me out, mainly because no one is helping me. We've got disc orders in limbo, invitations to be okayed and printed, and a lot of PR work. Work work work. And that's the fun stuff.

School. I need a break from you.

Quotes are lovely.
OG: "Alicia, why do you have a pin that says 'God loves me'?"
Me: "I stole it from someone when I was drunk"
OG: "I love your sacreligious ass."