Bored on Break

I've decided breaks from school are good thing but also bad

because breaks means boredom. And when you are bored you

do things like watch every available episode of Nashville on Hulu and 

create that Pinterest wedding board you said you'd never create 

and spend wayyy too much time on Facebook chat.

And then you write rambling blog posts

with no apparent subject or theme.

For the record, this year's Thanksgiving dinner was the
MOST delicious EVER! Did I feel guilty filling plate after plate with food?
Nope. Did I eat three pieces of pie? Yep. Will I have gained 17 pounds by the
end of December? Probably. I should go back to the gym. But
let's all take a minute and truly appreciate the yumminess we stuffed
in our bellies without feeling guilty. It was so worth it!

Every time I make the 3.5 hour (3 hours 17 minutes is also possible at certain
speeds) drive between my home home and my college home, I always make a new playlist

for the ride. Red licorice and singing are what keep me awake on those long desert
stretches, and SANTA'S PANTS, you are all missing out on my car karaoke! Anyway, it's
fun to look back at these playlists and see what song/artist/genre phases I've been through. There's
quite a variety, but I can't stop laughing because I just realized that without fail Beyoncé's "Irreplaceable" has made it onto EVERY. SINGLE. PLAYLIST. I'm not sure what the connection
is between that song and my soul... The only conclusion I can come to is I guess I just really
like all the dance moves I can do while singing, "To the left, to the left."

In other news, I went to the movies alone today!

Don't cry.

It's something I like to do every now and again.

It makes me feel like a free woman! And also very, very single,

but clearly I am down with that. So, there's me sitting six rows in front

of everyone else and their friends, just scream-laughing at all the

wrong parts like always! Am I the only person

in the world who does this? Please say no.

Oh! Funny roommate story... Tiana decided to make
us quiche for breakfast last Sunday. This involved chopping and
frying onions for most of the morning while the rest of us primped and
got ready for church. Well, I don't know why I bothered putting on mascara
because I was in a fit of onion tears until midday, as were my three roommates.
We walked into church with our eyes bloodshot and streaming and then sobbed
for the entire meeting, occasionally laughing which probably just looked like
more heaving sobs. The bishop and everyone around us must have thought
we had experienced some Sunday morning tragedy or roommate fall
out. It was hysterical. And now we know not to cook with onions
on Sunday mornings. It's not pretty. At all. 

And if any dudes out there ever want to talk about the political
hysterics in the 1970s sitcom All in the Family, I'll be so impressed
I might just kiss you on the spot! NOBODY KNOWS THAT SHOW.
I am so thankful I grew up in a household where Chris Farley SNL skits,
Mr. Bean, All in the Family, and The Far Side comics were introduced
to me at such a young age. This is why I'm funny, folks.