Spring break is over, and that sucks.
I dozed and lazed nearly continuously from Monday through Thursday, but on Friday I was awake before noon, driving toward Greensboro to visit Megan and Emily. Megan showed me around the campus, which is admittedly quite pretty, soon after I arrived, and Becca and Cassandra joined us that night for Mexican food, coffee and scandalous banter (taboos buttress humor so well) at UNC-G's pathetic yet charming knock-off of Franklin Street. Later, before I left, I borrowed a jacket from Megan against the unanticipated cold and climbed with her into a thick-limbed, broadly hulking tree for a long conversation. Made myself needlessly melancholy during the drive home by wondering what kind of person I'm made, if the friends by whom I define myself are so completely disparate. That seems to happen a lot recently.
Yesterday the family, including Mingo, packed into the van and drove down to Wilmington for Nana's birthday. We went to the Oceanic for an excellent lunch, then visited the gardens at Orton Plantation. Slept through the ride home, slept more at home, woke today, ate pancakes, packed, ate home-made hamburgers, arrived back at UNC, and realized I'd better start asking my professors for extensions.
posted on Monday, March 20, 2006
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