Friday, March 25, 2011
Do you want to know what? I have never, not ever, not one single time been on a Spring Break Trip. Ok. Well. Once when I was in college I decided that instead of sitting in rainy cold gloomy Boise for Spring Break I would rather sit in rainy, cold, gloomy Seattle. So I went up there and stayed with my aunties and (then) little cousins. I’m sure it was delightful in its own right. But at the same exact time that I was rusting in the PNW just about all of my friends – including my (then) boyfriend were hanging out on a houseboat on Lake Havasu, AZ for MTV’s Spring Break Party. Every now and again I would catch a glimpse of them on the teevee and feel just about how I feel right now. Grouchy. And Pouty. And hateful.
I have never been one for being the bigger person it seems.
Plus, when I got back to my beloved and yet even colder and gloomier and drearier than Seattle college town, I found out that my (then) boyfriend spent the entire trip cheating on me. Again.
I think I have chronic Spring Break Depression. Poor me, right? The world is going to hell in a hand basket around us, and I’m pouty about umbrella drinks and cocoa butter. The good news is I don’t expect sympathy. In fact, I’d rather that we just not talk about it at all thankyouverymuch.
Don’t be surprised if I don’t look at your vacation pictures. In fact if you insist on spreading your stupid sunshine all over Facebook you just might want to brace yourself for a snarky comment or two from me. Ok. Not really. But in my head I’m totally flipping you and your cabana boy off.