The countdown: in nine hours I'll be out of here and on my way to the UP for our ski trip. Finally. I feel like I've been looking forward to this weekend for three goddamn years. When I was on the phone earlier with my mom, she said she was "packing the Coors Light for you girls." Thanks for sticking us with the shitty beer Uncle Mike left at our house last month, Mom. And we "can't touch the MGD, that's Dad's beer." Apparently his mother never taught him how to share.
The only thing that sucks about this weekend is the awful, awful timing of it. I had to take a test today, because I'm skipping class tomorrow, and I have a paper and huge test on Monday. I hate having to think about all that shit the entire weekend. Of course I could have done the paper today, so it would be one less thing to worry about, but that would be considered "productive" and we all know Katie don't play dat game.
This Easter, my parents and J.P will be ditching us to go to Arizona, so Keri and I will be orphans with no place to go. (Catholic high schools plan their breaks over Easter. Never would have guessed, huh?) I was thinking about hitching a ride home with my cousin, so Keri and I would both be home for the weekend, with the house to ourselves, but instead Keri is going to come up here. Of course DeKalb is going to be a goddamn ghost town, like always, but I think it's going to be fun. And in case you were wondering, yes, Keri already said she would bring eggs up here so we could decorate them. Hopefully we can scam some money out of mom to pay for dinner, since they are DITCHING us on a holiday. The guilt trip better work.
I have some pretty fucking kickass weekends coming up. This weekend, I'm going skiing (have I mentioned that?), next Friday KJ (the old roomie) is coming up, then Saturday I'm going home for the night and so is my best friend Megan. Then the next Saturday I leave for Flor-id-ia. I can't believe Spring Break is coming up so fast already. That means it's already the middle of the semster, and it seems like it just barely started. Maybe it's because I barely go to class. That could play a role in it. I'm floating by now, hardly doing anything, but I am going to be fucked up the ass come April when I have three term papers due all within two weeks of each other. Something to look forward to.
Please tragis, stop itching, for the love of god.
I have a new obsession with rice.
I got pizza today, and it was shitty.
The one time I go to bed early (10:30, bitches), Rufus Wainwright is on Conan. Fucking a.
Bob Dylan was a sexy beast in 1966.
I have to be in a car for 8 hours tomorrow.
But I get to go skiing for two marvelous days.
Have a wonderful weekend, bitches.