First Break in Review

For me, winter vacation for a college student is the weirdest vacation. Sure, we are used to the 3 months or so of summer vacation where we have summer jobs, planned out trips, etc. Whether you have 3 or 6 weeks for winter vacation, the same questions still occur: Do I get a job? Do I go somewhere with my friends? I just inevitably end up doing the same thing everyday. The only productive thing I have done is watch some movies that I have been deprived of not seeing yet in my life (take Goodfellas for example). Without further ado, let's take my first winter break in review.

-I know I'm supposed to be living the life/dream with five weeks of nothing to do, but after awhile, it does get a little boring. No one besides other college kids can sympathize with this feeling, and that makes it kind of worse.

-My friends and I have come up with so many things to do, all of which bring us back to childhood: laser-tag, zoo, aquarium. I wish that when I was a kid, I could drive, because now I'm either too embarrassed or too lazy, because we haven't done a single thing on that list for this break.

-Why do we type something up, but write it down. I still can just never understand directional common phrases.

-Around Thanksgiving, I decided that I wanted to try out wearing scarves, easily one of the gayer things I've ever done. I don't think scarves are gay at all, but planning out a pretty plain fashion style to incorporate into your life is up there on the flameter.

-After a few attempts, I didn't really go through with the scarves idea, which now frustrates me because now my neck gets cold often, but more than that, my friend Cait told me that according to Cosmo, scarves were the sexy thing for men this season. To think of all the men I could have attracted. Effff

-In that last bullet, I inflicted the NHI rule. I'm not sure about the older and younger generations, but ours is definitely a fan of the phrase, no homo. "Dude that scarf you're wearing makes you look really sexy, no homo." Now, if the man doesn't say no homo, and he's a trusted source who I know is straight, I inflict the NHI rule (no homo implied). If I or others are unsure of his affinity, may God have mercy on his soul.

-A lot of the time, I don’t hear or feel my phone when you’re trying to contact me, I’m probably not ignoring you, well, unless I actually am, and in that case, stop trying to call me, I can’t hear or feel my phone anyway.

-Since I got a new phone about two months ago, I have only taken it off of vibrate a handful of times...so infrequent that I don't even recognize my obnoxious ring. When I do actually put the ringer on, and I get called, I'm like, "What the ef is that noise, it's so annoying." Then I realized it's my phone and I feel like an asshole.

-I've always wished that I had a cool nickname. Anyone I went to high school with calls me McCarthy. This worked out great because there were so many ryans and brians in our irish mick of a prep school. Since I've gotten to college, I've begun the slow process of getting that to R-Mac, down to just Mac. Because, yes, I do love “It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia.” Project badass rules.

-And I'll end with the fact that I'm still always forgetting things. At this meeting I had in the city today, this guy was telling me how we were supposed to cherish these breaks that I've been bored during. I had a witty comment to retort, but then and now I simply can't remember it. I've been trying to carry around a little book to help me remember things more easily, but I simply always forget a pen to write it down. I then figure I can save it on Ryepod, but the battery died, so I can't type it up either.