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How to Relax

Today, I took the last of six exams that I've taken in a eight day period. I cannot stress how glad I am to be done for a while and this much closer to graduation (even if I have had a really fun semester).This now means that I'm on holiday break and I have all this free time. Free time that, quite frankly, I have no idea how to use.

So far, I've gone on a junk shopping binge and to the movies, but now I'm stuck at home cleaning out the DVR that over the past month I've clogged to its full capacity. Literally. For now, I'm content, but I'm guessing that in about, oh, twelve seconds or so I'm going to be screaming of boredom, waiting for some sort of project to fall into my lap.

As much as I look forward to them, I've never really been able to handle breaks. Usually I go on some sort of binge (TV show(s), Disney movies, cleaning, alphabetizing, etc.) for the first week and a half, then find a "project" only to leave it half finished because I've wasted so much time. Kind of like the time I decided to read Gone With the Wind on Christmas break my freshman year and ended up reading the last half in my dark closet on the last day.

Hopefully, that changes this year. I really want to do something productive. Maybe now I can finally learn how to read or some useful skill like that. Something tells me, though, that I'm going to end up finishing Buffy and eating a bunch of crap instead.

Now that I think about it, I'm okay with that. I do like spending some time on the couch at home and getting to do unproductive things I don't normally have time to do. Maybe this is how people are supposed to spend their break. Who knows, maybe I'll learn how to read in the process anyway.

In the spirit of Christmas, here's a classic with an indie twist. "I'll Be Home for Christmas" by She & Him


Abby, Absolute Wannabe

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