birthdays & summer.

Tomorrow is my friend's birthday.
His name is Ben.
I didn't want to make him a cake, so I made him a sandwich.
Because that's what friends do.
They make each other sandwiches.
[insert sexist joke about women making sandwiches here]

All jokes aside, finals are over. Done. El fin.
I feel burned out like a piece of unfortunate charred barbeque.
At least it's summer now.
And I'm looking forward to sleeping all day like a champ. 

Maybe I'll get out of bed and do some community service.
I have an interview at the hospital on Tuesday.
Volunteering there sounds pretty fun.

I think I'm going to take another nap because my head is spinning and I can't concentrate.
Thank you for tolerating me.
But don't worry, I'm not high on anything.
Deuces.

heat.

So, I haven't been updating as much as I'd like to.
Simply put, the weather has been too hot for my taste.
Way. Too. Hot.

I don't hate a lot of things.
But I can't STAND heat.
I'm the type of person who likes to have at least three layers of clothing on at all times.
I like the cold. It makes me happy.
And to be suddenly flung into 90 degree weather, well, I'm suffering a bit.

I've been cranky and annoying and insufferable.
And I feel like I'm sweating out all of my creativity and wit.

All I've wanted to do these past few weeks was sit on the air-conditioning vent.
And we all know how productive that is.