Juxtapose

Spring break this week. It doesn't feel like spring at all, but boy, does it ever feel like break. I guess this is one of those weeks, so far, that makes me wish I could stay in school forever. At least then I'd have regular scheduled breaks in the midst of the craziness, rather than having to save up sick days or vacation days. I want to be young, precocious, and lazy as long as possible. :D

Of course, I've not felt very young since, oh.. maybe twelve? And I don't know if "precocious" is the best word to describe me... But lazy possibly works. I'm not and I am. Though I rarely ACT lazy, I certainly feel like it, and I have terrible procrastination problems. But, nevertheless, this week is break for me and I'm soaking it in like a sponge. Already there has been at least one palooza, and I've written at least a million blog entries. No doubt all of my readership will be more than sick of me by the end of the week. Luckily for you all, I will likely be up in Maine with Sar by Friday, and you will be rid of me for an indeterminate amount of time - possibly until July 1st, which will be my last clinical day of the summer session. While this current semester is actually ending rather soon, nevertheless, not three days after it ends, it's back to school with me for mental health (that is, I'm going to be taking mental health... the class. the class where I learn to be a nurse in a mental health setting.... where I learn to be a nurse to people with mental problems. Yes.) and, as I said, that doesn't end until the very first of July. Happy birthday to me.

Right now, I'm not envious of any of my schoolmates who are in bikinis on the beach in Cancun as I write this. I am not jealous because, number A, I would look terrible in a bikini, and number B, I'm perfectly contented to be wrapped up in my Mexican blanket in this frigid room in the middle of New England in March. It's funny how that could possibly work, but somehow, in some way, it really, truly does.