Spring Break. 2000Never.

So I haven't been feeling incredibly bloggy as of late. I don't know why, but I've been missing that jump in my step, I found it difficult to even find a way to insult or belittle the highschoolers I spoke to on Thursday. It was weird. And even as I told the teacher that I had to use the restroom in between class periods and she proceeded to let me use the daycare restroom next to her room (real classy schools have daycares for the students babies) and I was forced to sit on a toilet intended for five years olds, and the door didn't lock because of child safety rules, I once again was left speechless to the situation. A situation that was almost identical to an Office episode from just a couple of weeks ago. But nothing. My smart ass little mind was simply shut off. I blamed it on the winter blues. I suffer during the months of January and February as my skin becomes transparent and flaky, and my hair breaks at the ends or sticks up all over the place thanks to static. I tried to put on jeanshorts just to wear around the house to make me feel better- but they didn't fit... So I figured out my real problem. And its Spring Break, or lack there of. This is the first time since 2006 that I am not packing up soon to go somewhere great. All of you college grads you know what I am saying and damn it it's hard. And pretty ridiculous, actually. What in the hell do college kids need a break from? Here- lets all take a break from drinking simply to go drink even more somewhere else. The idea that college kids need a break from something is one of the most preposterous ideas ever. Who ever conjured the notion to give them a break as opposed to us hard working real world'ers is a real asshole. So if you college kids don't stop posting on FB things such as:
"SB here I come! Ten more days"
"Swimsuits just arrived in the mail WOo HOO!"
"Margaritas and hot weather can't come soon enough!"
"I can't wait to be a sloppy slut and not get judged!"
Ok, I made up that last one, but let's be real honest, I can read between the lines here you little skanky freshman. If you don't stop posting I might have to give up the one thing I have going for me right now and that is FB stalking. Don't do that to me. Not in my hardest hour. Because you know who depression hurts? Everyone. And Symbalta doesn't help. So my dog will just continue to sit on my bed because I can't wind myself up for the day.