You Know It's Finals Week When...

I'm pretty sure every single person in college is looking at junk like this right now since it's big ol' scary finals week, but I'm pretty sure I have found the *best* definition of finals week: When your drink took more time and effort to prepare than your actual meal. ie. you walked through freezing rain just to go to the on campus store to purchase a Rockstar or Amp after eating ramen in your room. OR it took you five minutes to make a fancy cocktail and you just threw a frozen pizza in the microwave. (if you're me).

Now, I must admit that when I'm stressed the masculine alcoholic inside of me evaporates and I'm all about the fruity, sugary, syrupy stuff that girls are known for. My favorite: the margarita (no salt please). So for dinner tonight I decided to break out the last of the margarita mix, throw in the last of the Cuervo and have a blender party for one while I waited for my cardboard pizza. That's how you know it's finals week. And that's how you start Christmas vacation properly.

Speaking of Christmas, tomorrow is the day for a Christmas explosion in my apartment. It's the "half way to Christmas and I'm so excited that I have to cover everything I own in glitter and shineyness" Craftabonanza!

So expect some pictures, and make sure you bring a vacuum for all the excess glitter.

So much glitterrrrrr,
Rachel