Last day in the house until March. Yes, yes, I'm excited to go back to Vassar. It is most certainly my second home. But it is also the home to:
inferior dining options
I think it's a combo of me having my own room and the weather being so nice, but I am so content here. And, of course, I love my fam. But that's nothing new.
I was quite far away from completing my list of to-dos. Oh, well. Break is for relaxing anyway, I guess. More last-minute stress for me, yippee! Like I'm not used to it.
Together, we shall:
memorize 2 monologues by Tuesday.
formulate a 2 minute life story by Wednesday. (which I have a blueprint for, thank God)
I'm conflicted about using tomorrow's red eye to sleep or to keep working. I'm thinking... keep working. And then caffeine in the morning when I get to JFK. Because Tuesday will be long no matter which way I slice it.
Is it just that I like being lazy? And not walking through snow to get dinner? Or having to walk more than 5 steps to use the bathroom?
I'm gonna cry when I leave. I always do that. I annoy myself.
Also, is my suitcase gonna be under the weight limit? I'll let you know.