senioritis

So when you decide to quit your job and go back to grad school, I have discovered that several things happen:

• you become incredibly unmotivated at your place of work
• you spend obscene amounts of money on expensive food, alcohol, fantastic vacations and just about anything else you can think of
• your blogging skills suffer even more than they did before getting into school

Yeah, um... sorry about that last bullet, btw.

Thanks for all the birthday wishes... For those of you that were late or forgot entirely, it's so not a big deal. I always thought my 25th would involve something like an extravagant black-tie party, big enough to rival those New Year bashes in When Harry Met Sally. I mean hello - we're talking quarter century here! Turns out all I needed was a long weekend involving nothing fancier than jello shots, tiki torches, a pony keg and tubing down the Comal. (A word of advice to those who plan on tubing in TX anytime soon - avoid the Comal at all costs and get your ass down to the Guadelupe. Unless, of course, you're into the whole drunken obese white trash scene.)

Which brings me to my present state of anxiety-ridden European vacation planning. How in the world will I get from Barcelona to Marseille to Paris to Munich to London in 6 days without killing myself? Only time will tell.

Travel tips are more than welcome, by the way. Anyone?