Enough with the Absences, Already!

I realize I haven’t posted for way over a week.  I realize that, okay? And don’t think it hasn’t been weighing on my mind, either—guilting and insulting me, reminding that I’ll lose all my follower(s), that I haven’t really been too busy not to blog, “You said that once a week at least you were going to post something, Shreds. Once a week!”

I hear you, Popcorn Day.  And thanks for calling me Shreds.

Although I severely neglected my poor little bloggity blog, I am proud to say that I did accomplish and experience numerous feats during my break from school: I introduced Christie to eggnog and the movie White Christmas, two things she had never had or seen before; I visited Rotary Lights in La Crosse, as mentioned on my previous post; I went sledding at midnight on Christmas Eve, and only cut my lip, which qualifies that as a relatively safe ride; beat my dad eleven games to ten in ping pong (that’s right, math people: I played 21 games of ping pong this break), I read two books, My Lobotomy and Harry Potter and The Sorcerer’s Stone; I had curried moules and crème brulée* which I hadn’t had since my summer in Europe; and I drove Christie to the airport where she flew off, all the way over to India, leaving me sad and alone until the end of January. (Read her blog.) 

As you can see, I did many a thing this break.  And now I’m packing up, laundering every article of clothing I own, and eating all of my parent’s food I can before I leave tomorrow morning for J-term.  Environmental Ethics is what I’m taking for the month. Three hours a day, starting at one o’clock. J-term is a very good thing, minus the fact that my little omelette folder is gone.

Now I can confidently say that I’m back, follower(s). The chilliness of January will most assuredly keep me in my dorm room nice, warm, and slowly getting fatter (unless my New Year’s resolution to hit the campus gym at least twice a week doesn’t fail). Hibernation, frozen nose hairs, and frostbit toes await me. And that, my friends, is the perfect recipe for blogging.

*And look at this feast! I'm sorry, I have to talk about it. Kafé 421 in Dinkytown. Delicious Curried Moules and Créme Brulle. Mouth watering. Perfectly prepared. I-think-my-tongue-has-died-and-gone-to-heaven good. I mean hello.