Making my first legal alcohol purchase in the US was pretty nice.
As was going out to a bar with my lovers. Our initials spell out BAR, and it's about time that we were able to go to one as a collective unit.
I'm not going to lie, though: I love getting presents. And one nice thing about the unreliability of the postal service is that you're guaranteed to have gifts show up over the course of a few days.
So when I came home from my mind-clearing run in the park, I was delighted to see this little guy.
Since I have a ridiculous group project to compile for tomorrow, I convinced myself to keep the little Rebel in it's box until I had some time to fool around with it. Well, around 11 pm I couldn't take it anymore and broke it out.
Yep - those are my feet. I was a little lacking in inspiration. And I need to vacuum. It's on my post-finals to-do list.
I did manage to find time for a study snack of Greek yogurt and the last of my chocolate zucchini bread.
And now I'm posting.
Did I mention I have a problem with focusing on my school work?