23 Hours in San Juan

Boy and I went to San Juan, Puerto Rico for 23 hours this weekend. (We also spent a good 16 hours traveling.) Pictured above is the view from our room at the Ritz Carlton. The hotel was amazing, San Juan is ridiculously fun, and Old Town has so much character. It all got me shitfaced. I guess it can all be summed up by this quote from Boy: "I just asked a trashman where a fun bar is. This should be a classy establishment." 

The trip was incredible and I now want to go somewhere else really really soon. Or go back for like a week instead of 23 hours.

GO MAVS!

Summer break rocks, even though I start another class on Monday. Apparently it's the easiest A ever, which makes me happy. But what rocks even more is living in my own apartment, by myself, with no one around to bitch and complain. I love it. Having my own place is the greatest thing ever.

While the Dallas Stars has a less than stellar season and all of the rookie Cowboys got dominated by the ceiling of the indoor practice facility the other week, we still have hope in the Mavericks! 

Go Mavs!

Oink Oink, Part II

There's a guy in the computer section of the library with a surgical mask on, presumably to protect himself from the evil swine flu. I wonder if he realizes that infected air is getting in through the gaping holes around his face where that mask doesn't touch it?

Run, run for your lives!

Oink Oink

Filled with pirates, tea parties, and the evil swine flu, April was one of the more bizarre months we've had in a while. 

The school district around my campus closed at the beginning of this week until May 11 while my sister's school district canceled classes for next week. This whole swine flu--or "Influenza A" as the WHO is now calling it (because of the mass slaughtering of pigs over in Egypt)--is getting a little out of hand. However, I have deemed "swine flu" synonymous with "fail." Also, my friends and I keep trying to figure out a way to have at least two people at our school contract the illness so that finals will be canceled. We have yet to succeed in that endeavor. 

All I know is that a strong drink had better be in my hand within 30 minutes of finishing my last final on Tuesday. I will not be a happy camper if this goal isn't met.