My parents just invited me and Chris along on their annual trip to Las Vegas for my spring break. I’m not exactly the “Vegas-type” — I don’t gamble, I’m not into drinking around my parents and I’m sure I’ll stick out like a sore thumb in my usual wardrobe — but I’m happy to go somewhere, and with Chris no less. We haven’t exactly been on a proper vacation together (driving three hours to the middle-of-nowhere, Oregon doesn’t count) so it will be nice.

Now to wait six weeks and finish up my second-to-last term at school (which is proving to be more and more difficult for a variety of reasons).