My February Break

Dear Diary,

My break was good... not great... but good. In summary, it felt like a normal weekend that kept happening over and over like that movie Groundhog Day but I didn't really look like Bill Murray and there were no rodents. Nevermind it was nothing like Groundhog Day.

I did lots of sleeping in, lots of frolicking through fields and read a book (That isn't even a metaphor for do drugs or something). I actually read Outliers by Malcolm Gladwell. It was pretty swell. If you see me in person you can ask for the full review because typing is a real buzz killer. I cannot type as fast as I'm thinking and that frustrates me. I wish the comp could T9 my thoughts and type everything I was thinking.

Also, if you have a tan as you read this... watch your back. I assume you went some place hot and tropical and I am so jealous. I might take out my envy slash jealousy on you. Its not your fault you were given the gift of getting to go some place amazing while I was left at home to cry tear after tear on this keyboard. Actually, it is shorting out as I type this.

Bye Friend