There aren't really words to express my disdain at the fact that there is school tomorrow

But I'll try anyway:

Aaaaaaaaggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

Yeah. Find that one in the dictionary, eh?

Why is there school tomorrow?!? Why? Urrrghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

I think I really am over all this educational business. It's time to implement the American Idol Plan. This summer. Auditions. That's right.

In other news, Spring break was far too short. But adventures were had, including roomie-bonding road trip to Disneyland and the beach. First Seattle, now SoCal. Some day we'll make it off the West Coast and then slowly and systematically take over the world, which should always be the eventual goal for any endeavor in life, right?

And I sure hate SoCal but I do love me some beach. Oh dilemmas.

First, a tribute to what was one of my grandmother's favorite restaurants:




And then to get me in touch with my inner-child. The same inner-child that sees the price of a Disneyland ticket and cries a little bit inside because I have to think about just how many run-on sentences and grammar errors I've had to correct in order to pay for it...










Hahaha...I can never resist the man in flannel...my hero!



Hot damn, I've always wanted to see the Grand Canyon!



What's a pirates favorite element? Aaaaaaaarrrgon!










And then to Newport...it was a glorious day.






And as always it ends too soon and there is yet another quarter to face full of blahness like syntax and morphology and Beckett-researching and damn frackin' Latin (hee. rhyme!).

I think that Latin and me are going to part ways after this quarter. Ours is much too troubled a relationship. It'll be better for both of us this way. I didn't think the age difference would be so big a deal, but really, with a disparity of over 2000 years, not even some kind of linguistic-Viagra could hope to get things going again, if you know what I mean.

Okay. Deep breath. It's only 10 weeks and finals. Here we go. Again.