Well, for weeks before the beginning of spring break, I saw the mountain of work that was piling up for me for the end of the semester- but, I told myself, I was not, NOT, going to procrastinate. Spring break was to be a week devoted to studying, examining scholarly sources, reading Descartes’ Meditations on First Philosophy, cleaning, and just getting my life together in general.

That, unfortunately, did not happen. Here is what happened instead.

I slept. A lot.

Like, I don’t even want to disclose how many hours were spent sleeping, or just lying under the covers. It’s embarrassing.

I ate. Also a lot.

This past week was supposed to be a cleanse, but it ended up being kind of the opposite- my body is, at this point, pretty much at capacity for crappy foods in ridiculous quantities.

I got a little drunk.

You know how it is…it starts with a Sunday brunch, and then you go to one bar, and then go visit a friend at another. And then the day is over, and you wake up with the type of hangover you thought you’d outgrown when you were sixteen.

I suffered from a mid-break crisis.

After two days of doing absolutely nothing, I started overthinking everything. What is my life? Am I ever going to make it as a journalist? Am I going to amount to anything? What happens at the end of LOST???

I recovered from said crisis.

In this case, all I really had to do was put on a pair of pants. And then go to Costco. Did I really need that giant bag of dried seaweed? Absolutely I did *crunch*.

I worked out.

Hah! Just kidding.

I procrastinated.

I left all of my work for the Sunday before the second half of the semester started. But hey, it’s done now…and that’s what college is all about, right?