Spring break ends on Sunday. (Though for some reason, I have this haunting feeling that I should of came to school today. I had dreams about it earlier in the week. I figured someone would of called me if I should of been here.)
And I realized that this is my last spring break ever. Three spring breaks in undergrad and two in vet school and they’ve all been spent doing the same thing: NOTHING! While doing nothing has an upside, I am disappointed in myself that there have never been any cruises, no Cancun, no New Orleans earning some Mardi Gras beads, no Florida beaches. No being so drunk I don’t remember half of what happened. No being on a Girls Gone Wild tape. Sigh.
I won’t have spring breaks during the last two years of vet school. I doubt to that there will be any chance for a vacation. Perhaps eventually a honeymoon but I’m pretty sure that Joe will want to keep my boobs to himself AND that we won’t be going anywhere that the normal spring break type mayhem will be tolerated. Eventually there will be summer vacations with the family. But I’m sure that my kids won’t want me running around topless at Walt Disney World. I’d try but the idea of getting boob burns from when I get tackled by security officers puts me off of it. So until Sunday (with the exception of Saturday while I am doing some vet school stuff) I will finish out my spring break drunk, topless and on my couch with my dog. Feel free to join me. Its BYOB and leave your shirt at the door.
[EDIT-Originally, posted to Blogger on March 26, 2011.]
And I realized that this is my last spring break ever. Three spring breaks in undergrad and two in vet school and they’ve all been spent doing the same thing: NOTHING! While doing nothing has an upside, I am disappointed in myself that there have never been any cruises, no Cancun, no New Orleans earning some Mardi Gras beads, no Florida beaches. No being so drunk I don’t remember half of what happened. No being on a Girls Gone Wild tape. Sigh.
I won’t have spring breaks during the last two years of vet school. I doubt to that there will be any chance for a vacation. Perhaps eventually a honeymoon but I’m pretty sure that Joe will want to keep my boobs to himself AND that we won’t be going anywhere that the normal spring break type mayhem will be tolerated. Eventually there will be summer vacations with the family. But I’m sure that my kids won’t want me running around topless at Walt Disney World. I’d try but the idea of getting boob burns from when I get tackled by security officers puts me off of it. So until Sunday (with the exception of Saturday while I am doing some vet school stuff) I will finish out my spring break drunk, topless and on my couch with my dog. Feel free to join me. Its BYOB and leave your shirt at the door.
[EDIT-Originally, posted to Blogger on March 26, 2011.]
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