I have officially been muddling through my senior year for a month. 

And I already have a count down on my school-issued Ipad for fall break. 

They say senioritis doesn't kick in until later, 

I must have a very strong case, because mine started on day one. 

 

It is now 6:36, and while I truly have enjoyed this three day weekend; however, 

it only makes returning to the scholarly prison that much worse. 

 

Also, I had cocoa crisps for breakfast this morning, so any semblance of Carpe Diem I had for the day was drowned in the depths of chocolate-tainted almond milk.

 

I ignored the pile of frizz that attempted to engulf my cranium and shoved pins in it to keep the monster contained. 

 

I then proceeded to play Sims for a solid hour and a half. I have to purchase a car lot within 48 hours, so there's another stress right there, considering I only have 500 simoleans. And I need 15,000. And four of my people are unemployed. 

So that's just grand. 

 

My mother and I decidied we needed to get out of the house. So we went to the Family Christian Bookstore. 

Huge.

Mistake. 

Now don't get me wrong, I enjoy a pleasent greeting when I enter a store. I can handle a perky check-out lady, all of that is fine and dandy, but this lady...

Wow. 

I can only compare her to an excessively caucasian Mindy Kaling, only 27 decibles louder and a twinge of a southern accent to boot. 

She would whoop with excitment at everything. 

"YAYY YOU GOT 30% OFF!"

"YAYYY YOUR COUSIN GETS TO BRING HER BABY HOME!"

"YAYY HERE'S YOUR RECEIPT!"

"YAYYY I LOVE THAT SHIRT YOU'RE WEARING!"

None of these things are outdoor-voice appropriate. 

None. 

 

So we came home, Tim Hawkins DVD in hand. 

 

The rest of my day has looked something like this:

Internet.

Attempt a new yooga pose.

Fail at new yoga pose. 

See if I can still stand up and bend back to touch the floor. Fall down.

More internet.

Avoid all homework and responsibility. 

 

I will now go do said homework.

And make the Guacamole I promised to make The Sibling.

Aiming for minimal effort.

Fairfarren, Dear Ones.

 

Verse of the Day: Psalms 56:4