Classic. Dork.

So I'm on Spring Break. Woo Spring Break! Sping Bake! Rustle me up a beer bong and a joint! Clothe me in a string bikini and . . . nothing! Date rape me and leave me unconscious in an alley in Mexico! Spring. . . break. Hmm.

So what Spring Break really means is that I am still at work like normal, but I don't have to go to class this week, do any homework, or stress about the homework that I'm not doing. So it's really not very exciting at all.

But because I always have to be wired up about something, I made a massive to-do list to capture all the things I have been putting off for the last couple of months because of school. To organise it all, I put the list into excel, adding columns for due date and status so that I can effectively sort and update the action items.

Instantly, I felt the cloak of social awkwardness envelop me like an old friend. My netherparts shivered as though I had never been laid. My glasses grew into hornrims and a plastic protector sprang from my pocket.

But I am embracing my nerdiness because I love typing "Complete" into a row of something I have done. And yes, I did think about creating a drop-down menu of options instead, like "Not started" or "In Progress." And yes, I still may do it. My list is up to 36 rows. I told you I had a lot of shit to do. And yes, get a life is on it. So shuuuuuuuuuuuuurup!