My spring break consists of me eating crackers and peanut butter and beer for dinner, reading my research for my 20-to-25-page Junior Project, while my best friend is whisked away on a fabulous date in New York City consisting of fancy dinner and a Broadway show (that is closing in 2 months, natch).
Not that I'm jealous or anything.
Morrissey - We Hate It When Our Friends Become Successful
(In all honesty, I wish my friend the best of luck. :P)
In other news, I apologize for not updating in forever and a half, as I've been ridiculously busy with midterms and the usual Princeton-ness of it all.
Well, that and coveting shoes I can't possibly afford.
Now, motivate me to read more about identity malleability before I have my own identity crisis.