the dead week that died

After returning from a fabulous Thanksgiving break I had to return to the most dreaded week of the year, dead week. But before I complain and whine about such week I will first share my Thanksgiving fun.

We went to my grandparents and celebrated a wonderful sit-down Thanksgiving meal. It was mum’s first gluten-free Thanksgiving and my aunt made a homemade broccoli and rice casserole {which happens to be my favorite holiday dish}.

Here you can see us not only enjoying our delicious meal but also discussing our government healthcare options like our president suggested.


I was also able to get a decent picture of my hair {lighting determines its color} and my lovely brother.


Not to mention, I got to see my super cute dog, Suka.


Needless to say it was a great break, until I had to return.

The worst part about dead week is that even though you have final exams to study for, final projects, assignments to complete and you are STILL taking tests in classes and finishing up course material… you have class.

And this my friends is why it is called dead week.

But eventually… a really great phenomenon happens.

Dead week dies.

In my case, it died a day early because school was cancelled due to a snow day. Also… my vocal jury was cancelled which was a real answer to a real prayer.

So… just like we watched Carrie Underwood and her gang so *wonderfully* preform last night, “So long.. Farewell” dead week. See you next sem.



The holidays are officially over, and not just because we just put up our Christmas lights. MLK day is our way of getting back into the ease of things; slowly entering back into the normal routine. It’s also pretty busy for Heaven’s phone lines because this is when we all start praying for snow. For all the Oklahoma folks out there, good luck; I just ran around outside in my shorts and came inside only to be sweating. Note: I DO NOT have over active sweat glands.

Anywho, to the pointless point. It’s the unknown season of seasons. Not quite Valentine’s or spring, but everyone treats it like winter is over. Nothing to look forward to really, other than hoping your mom doesn’t send you an embarrassing gift on V-Day to make the your single life a little sweeter. Only passing days reminding you how far behind you are on that exercise program you were going to start, three weeks ago.

So, I guess what I am trying to say is this: since you have nothing to do and are going to over think your life in your spare time and make the rest of the winter miserable, DON’T. Check out this video instead: Read A Book