Actually, my spring break hasn't lived up to what the title of this would entail. I've really been on break since December when I graduated, so Spring Break hasn't been a blip on my nap and PB&J-soaked radar. But looking at my classmates' ToTaLLie WILD spring break pictures on Facebook has got me thinking: am I a loser?
More and more, I'm starting to think that the signs pointing toward the affirmative are really visible. For one, I'm not very social at all. My mom would point out that indeed I am a social butterfly because I have wonderful conversing skills and I obsess about social situations (social situations=boy situations for the most part). But really, I'm nothing like my peers. I don't get invited to parties (and even if I was invited, I probably wouldn't go unless Lindsay Lohan was there...LOVE HER), I've only been to Florida once and it sucked, I don't go to the mall with my girlfriends, and I only have 20 contacts on my cellphone. If I went to Florida for spring break, I'd be the awkward pasty Twinkie-looking thing on the outskirts of the conversation.
Another big factor: I wear sweatpants, like, all the time.
I can't really think of any other huge pointers towards loser-dom right now, acually. My obsession with buffets borderline it...but I guess writing this has kind of made me realize that just because my Spring Break wasn't KILLER DUDE, I'm still pretty fierce.
Which kind of makes this whole blog worthless.
Moral of the story: Go to rehab, become more famous. Right?
Dude, I am so buzzed right now.
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