Spring Break 2010

Well, it's official. I've started my planning with my friends on where we're going to be going for Spring Break this year, and we've decided on the very cliched vacationing spot of Florida. Panama City Beach, Florida, to be exact. It's supposedly one of the top college Spring Break destinations, so we're pretty pumped to go and get ourselves into all sorts of crazy shenanigans. I mean, drinking in public? How awesome is that going to be? The last time I did that was, well, a couple of days ago, but this will be on the beach. And everyone else will be drinking too so I won't look like a total weirdo.

I've been to Panama City before, but it was back in high school. I had just turned 16 years old and I was, unfortunately, with my family for that trip. So I couldn't go all out crazy, or so I wasn't supposed to. Because if you know me, you know that I did go totally crazy that week, regardless that my parents and some of the extended family were right in front of me at all times, watching me like a hawk in case I got kidnapped or raped or something equally as horrifying. But that trip (and I mean this with all of my heart) stripped me of my innocense. Haha, I know, I know, sounds really dramatic, but it's totally true. The things that I got myself into, the people that I met down there, the experiences that I faced -- all of that shaped me and changed me so much within just one week that I changed drastically after I got back home and went back to school. It's amazing how something can really change a person. I won't go into details about the exact things I got myself into because, well, some of them aren't too great and definitely not appropriate for a class blog (har har), but Panama City Beach changed me in such a way (and it was a good way, mind you) that I'm super stoked to go back again for another week to see if I can have anymore UNSUPERVISED, crazy happenings.

Anyway, in preparation of this glorious Spring Break festivity, I've started tanning again. And boyyyyy, it's been years since I've done that. Again, back in high school was when I was mucho tan and sexy. But ever since college crept up on me four years ago, I haven't had the funds to keep my skin a beautiful golden brown. Until now, folks. Spring Break in Florida... Come on, I can't go there looking like a total paste-face. I'd get made fun of so much. No one would want to invite me or my friends to their crazy beach parties, and they certainly wouldn't allow such a pale ghost to use their beer bongs. Nope, so I hopped into that tanning bed the other day for exactly ten minutes, and when I came out... ahh, refreshing! But then a couple of hours passed and my skin started to heat up. And then it heated up more and more and more and more until I was burnt. Damn. So no tanning today until my supple, damaged, lobster-looking skin decides to heal. But I'm only giving it until tomorrow. I need to get back into the tanning bed regardless if I look like a #3 platter at Long John Silvers because, dammit, I'm going to be sexy in Florida. I don't even care.

But we still have to get the motel worked out, and my work schedule is NOT helping any. My manager isn't budging on giving me the time off for the entire week, but I decided that if she schedules me (which I've already talked to her about all of this), I'm just going to have to call in sick. Every day. And my excuse will be, "Oops, I can't come into work today because, well, I'm in Florida. Bye."

So if I still have my low-paying, minimum wage retail job when I come back to Indiana in two weeks, I'll be surprised.