What? Tomorrow's Friday

          Last day of the quarter.  HURRAH!  On account of Spring Break, I won't have to get up outrageously early tomorrow.  I won't have to catch a bus.  I won't have to put on socks and shoes in under ten seconds because I'm about to miss the bus.  NO.  I will wake up tomorrow after 10, take five plus hours to get ready and I won't put any socks on!  I don't even like socks!

          Better yet, I get to leave the state in a couple days and chill in Florida.  They have beaches, I hear.  My family and my good mate Paige are going up there [correction: down there] on Tuesday morning, and I haven't even the faintest idea what to pack.  Thank god I comprised a list when I was eight of all the necessities I'd need on vacations like these.  They go as follows:

1. Camera
2. Toothbrush
3. Socks  [I've established that I'm through with these]
4. Dollar Bll(s)
5. Plane Ticket

          I was one smart kid.  But now in my old age I realize I might have forgotten a few items...

1. British Flag
2. Joe Jonas sunglasses
3. Notebook [For heated games of Hangman and Tic Tac Toe, duh...]
4. Snakes on a Plane DVD [just to screw with people]
5. Ponytails

          Excellent.  Sara is meeting us there with her family, so this trip is going to be absolutely Coco Bongos.

          [And to Haley:  Sorry, man.  I completely understand your OCD tendencies.  Your notebook was safe on the top shelf of my locker the whole night, right side up, unbothered by textbooks and folders alike.  Santi.]

          So, yeah.  Everyone have an outrageous Spring Break, [and by outrageous, I mean crazy cool, not horrible and full of rage like last year's snowy upset...], and possibly comment on those dusty login boxes you see somewhere below on this page?  It's free.  It won't cause you any economic losses, you have my word.

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