Stinky Cheese and Stalking--Two of My Favorite Things

So I'm up. It's the first day of Spring Break (for me, as I have no classes on Friday). I'm eating a bread end dipped in feta cheese spread. It is divinely stinky. I am watching The Golden Girls. Every bit of knowledge that has been forced into my body has seeped out. And it feels good.

I want to bake something, I want to read, I want to sleep. I want to be perfectly lazy. It is so weird that this year, the year when I actually have somewhere to go for Spring Break is the year that I wish I could lay around like the ugly Baldwin brother. Seriously. But I'm sure it will pass. On Sunday, I am leaving for New York, then returning on Thursday, and then leaving for Berekely on Friday. It's going to be busy, but, very, very, very fun. But, God, I'm a lazy person.

And I want to internet stalk, which with the aid of all manner of blogging mechanisms, is delightfully fun. I can't really find out anything about people that I was really close to, but all the stories of these minor characters are great. And I'm constantly on the prowl for more info...I think I have this weird psychological problem where I just want to know everything about all these people in my life. It's just strange that lives seem to move on, even when you don't care anymore. It's a hard thing to wrap your mind around. And it beats the hell out of driving out to Farm Fresh to get your jollies, if you know what I mean.

Well, I should go. If I find out any more interesting tidbits, I will post them. Seriously people. If you are a person from my past, and you are reading this, you better get all incriminating evidence off of the ole worldwide web. You might find your life reduced to a few sarcastic sentences on here.