We're about to roll out...

It seriously happens every single break. Ever since I was little up until now, I've always gotten a tad bit emotional on the last day of break. I'm sitting in bed, wallowing on the precious hours of freedom I have left to read what I want, stay up until four a.m (not doing schoolwork), happily dashing from one friend's place to the next, and lounging in my comfy bed until three in the afternoon. Technically at 12:16 a.m it's Tuesday. Wednesday brings the start of another semester that will just fly.

This semester I'm assistant stage managing Kabuki Lady Macbeth (saying "Macbeth" is supposed to be off-limits, but what about typing? No idea), doing my thesis (aieeeee), and trying to figure out my life/summer plans. Oh, and p.s., I'm a student too.

I know I shouldn't be wallowing because I have had one of the most eye-opening breaks, filled with lots of amazing conversation, realizations, and a lot of laughter. I shouldn't be that sad because really, on Wednesday while I'm glancing at my Chaucer syllabus on the way to the Hive, I'll run intooooooo:

My friends. I've missed them so, so much. If I could post a million pictures of their beautiful faces, I would. I'm so excited to catch up over coffee, moan about assignments, and have late night should-be-study-sessions-but-really-we-have-girl-talk-time in the library. Ready set, gooooooo....!