Um, yeah. I don't really have anything prepared or whatever, I'm just writing out of a sense of guilt for not writing in so long and a sense of giddiness because, hey, it was 75 degrees today and I got to wear sandals. So back up off me, beyatch.

First of all, spring break. It was fun. Went to Boston, stayed in a haunted church. Didn't find out it was haunted until after we left, but I had my suspicions. Turns out the church just recently had a group come to exorcise the demons. Call me crazy, but when a church needs to call someone else in for help, what does that say? Uh huh. Also did a lot of manual labor for the church. Didn't mind it too much because, hey, sometimes it just feels good to do some hard work and break a sweat. Just as long as it only lasts for a week and then I get to return to my normal lazy ass life.

Speaking of which... today I got my art history mid-term back and I totally aced it. But that's way beside the point because in one of the essays I actually used the word "naturalcy". Jealous?

So, one good thing about all of that manual labor is that all of a sudden I've got muscles. Like there's an obvious difference in my biceps. I think at least twice today, I've been talking to someone and I'll fold my arms and then, "whoa". And then I have to explain to them that I've suddenly become buff and I'm still not used to it. I'm not joking folks. So stop laughing. Why are people always laughing at my muscles? You know I'm just the bomb diggity, so give it up.

A downside to all of that manual labor is the huge black bruise on my booty. Turns out that when you pick up a giant rock that weighs more than you do, your ankles give out and you collapse onto the rocks that are directly beneath you. Just being the voice of reason, folks. You can try it if you don't believe me, but don't come whining to me when your nasty ass turns blue. I ain't got pity for no one but myself and my own booty.

Aight. I think that's about it... oh, yeah. Thanks, m-dawg, for totally bashing my top five most favorite songs AND getting them all stuck in my head at the same time. That was just plain evil, girl. - J