Finally!

Hello again!

I have no excuses for my lack of posting other than my complete laziness. I haven't been too busy lately... but for some reason just didn't feel like updating!

I know I constantly use this medium as a place to complain and moan about school, and I honestly don't think it will change anytime soon. I was thinking today about things I look forward to doing once I am done school.

1. Reading!! Something other than textbooks will be an absolute treat! I may sound like a huge poindexter here, but when I was in elementary, junior high, and high school, I could sit in the living room all weekend and easily pass through two or three books. I loooved it. And I still do! I miss being able to go to bed at night and pick up my book from beside my bed and read until the wee hours of the morning... I can't even remember the last time I did that! Anyway, I have a huge pile of Indigo giftcards and a pile of unread books from Christmas just waiting until I have the time to read them. Someday... and I just can't wait.

2. A cruise. Need I explain this one? A graduation present to myself, I think.

3. Guilt free tv watching. Oh, I watch tv now. I can't tell you I feel good about it. (Except Survivor. I do not feel guilty about Thursday night tv). However, I long for the days that I can spend a whole afternoon or evening in front of the tv and not have that pesky little voice in my head ("Should you really be sitting here? Don't you have a paper due?") or that fun little knot in my stomach. I loooove that feeling. Please note that the previous sentence was a blatant lie.

4. Baking and cooking! I love being in the kitchen so much and have seen so many recipes that I would love to try, but any attempt I make to get into the kitchen seems to que that little voice again...

On another note, Lauren always teases me about being French. As anyone who knows me knows, I love sweets. Very much. Matt and I had supper with my parents on Saturday night and I was telling them about the meal we had at Matt's house the prior week. I, of course, placed special emphasis on the homemade chocolate cake Matt's mom made which was absolutely delicious. I asked what my mom was having for dessert, and she had nothing (my house is not really a dessert house, usually). I was disappointed and said that Matt's mom always has something sweet to offer us. My dad suggested that it is because they lived in Montreal for a time, and French people love their dessert. In conclusion, if that is what it means to be French, you can just go ahead and sign me up.

"You are supposed to serve cake at the end of a meal. I'm sorry, it's just impolite [not to]."
"It's not impolite. It's stupid is what it is!"

(Seinfeld- The One with the Marble Rye)

Good night!