Starting out, I was pretty darn excited to make the trip home from New York to Louisiana. Seriously. I missed my family and friends. I was also REALLY excited to eat some fattening southern food. But after about a week of being home, I had seen most of my friends, eaten gumbo and an Olde Tyme poorboy, gotten mad at the humidity, and gone to church a few times too many. So now I'm just like, CAN I PLEASE GO BACK TO KOLLEGE?
Since I moved to a far away land called New York City, I have no need for a car. So before I moved we sold it. As I have returned to Lafayette for a little while I have found myself home-bound with no car, which I really have no issue with. But it forces me to stay in my room all day every day watching Breaking Bad, 30 Rock, Portlandia, The Office, and Quentin Tarantino movies - only leaving my room to get chocolate milk from the kitchen. So then my sweet mother comes home and complains that my room smells...welp, sorry, I have nothing to do but eat and sweat in here.
I don't think I'm the only one experiencing this weird break. As much as I love this time to just chill and not worry about school, I'm ready to get back to the place where young adults live without a care in the world as they douse their livers with whiskey and gin and then party for 10 more hours.
I know I am not alone when I say, as stressful as school can be, I'm pretty sure us crazy cats are ready to get back to college town.
One good thing about this break is the amount of Liz Lemon I have absorbed into my bones. Here is a fore warning to my friends, I'm sorry about my impending Liz Lemon-ness. (False. I am not at all sorry.)
Peace, Love, and "No it's fine, Mom. I showered three days ago." - Kat
"My horn can pierce the skyyyy" - The Office
Dear Lord I think it's time for me to get back to New York...
