I Don't Want to Hear It

So we all agree: I'm the worst blogger of all time. I haven't updated since December. I get it. Now can we move on?

Recap: Barcelona

The food was bangin', the weather was perfect, starting 2012 by watching the sunrise on the beach was breathtaking. In a few pixxx, here is a brief summary:

paella...ohmygod 

 jamon

In other news, my last semester of college has begun. Thankfully every class I'm taking is a joke, but I have far too much free time on my hands, no job, and am broke as a joke. Any donations please send Priority Mail to Gay Street ASAP, thanks babs.

Although Spring Break 2012 was (is) a complete bust, and rather than spending a week soaking up the sun in fun tropical places I'm sitting on my ass in Philly (with a brief appearance in B-Lo for a little lovin'), there are some bright moments in the near future that are getting me through the next couple of weeks. What are they, you ask?

Saint. Patrick's. Day.
The best day of the year.
No green bagels will be consumed, because I made the idiotic decision to give up bread for Lent, but who needs carbz in food form when you can drown yourself in carbz of the beer variety? No one.

holler

Shortly following this momentous occasion comes the highlight of the American Marketing Association's existence: the Intercollegiate Conference (read: NOLA). Quality time with my boo (not you, Cheese...I'm talking about Dave), wobbling on Bourbon Street, hurricanes and hand grenades, 80 degree weather, and shoving my face with beignets... who needs Spring Break when you have NOLA?!

And on that note...I'm off. Promise it won't be another three months before I update again. But haven't I said that before? My B. Deal with it.