I know it’s only been a few days, but I miss Spring Break.
I would go to bed at 10pm, wake up at noon, nap at 2pm, then wake up at 8pm (that’s the life). So returning to the regular schedule was a rude awakening.
And even though it’s a four-day week, the days seem hella long.
My friend Joy constantly says that I dress like a hip hop dancer, which I don’t really get. Because that would imply that I have rhythm and swag. Which I don’t.
Don’t be deceived by the photos. Without someone else’s directions, I’d just stand there and tell the photographer to hurry up (which my mother can confirm).
I know that this is not my most inspiring post, but I promise that next one will be better.
My sleep deprivation is taking a toll on me and I need to finish reading Chapter Seven of the Great Gastby (spoiler alert: Tom’s a douche).