The Last Day of Break

Well. This is it. The last day of break.

There is no way I'm going to have enough time to post as often as I have over the past few days, but I'll still post every Friday and maybe more, like I did before.

Ehhhhhh. You should see my face right now. Oh wait. Here. It looks like this:

The last day of break is impossibly depressing. It's the day when I look back at all that I've done this week and think, wow. I'm a lazy-ass bum. Come, look with me.

Bed fortresses construct themselves. No effort required.

I seriously did nothing else.

It's supposed to be a drawing of my car. Don't judge. I forget what I did in my car... but I went somewhere. At least... I think I did.

Ten minutes of editing essays and then clicking submit to my final college app... Ten hours of watching heart warming movies as I congratulated myself on being done.

The lost day. I have absolutely no recollection of what went down. I didn't drink or anything... I just honestly can't remember this day ever existing.

I am the Shakira of Just Dance 3. It's some serious shit.

This is when I realize I need to finish homework assigned for someone with a week's worth of time in one day.

Happy new year.