Christmas break

You know when you start something and you rant on and on about hard it is? Then after time you either realize you were being WAAAY dramatic or maybe you just adapted? Well that's how this semester has been. Crazy but then now that I'm done I'm like "eh, I could do it again" I only have 3 semesters of college left. It doesn't seem like real life, it can't be. When I started school at the ripe old age of... Barely 18 I thought I would be soooo old when I graduated. I don't think I'll be feeling that old in just over a years time. 

Here I am at 1 AM mindlessly blogging from my bed because I swear my body has become nocturnal. I can't fall asleep at night or wake up in the morning. Spring semester is going to be a very rude awakening especially with that darn 7:30 class I had to register for. 

Christmas break so far in picture form

The week of all weeks

Finals week, it's the best week of the semester. I LOVE IT. end of story.

You see, freshman year I remember getting really worked up over finals. The daunting, dreaded finals I had only heard about. I had siblings wishing luck vibes through text messages and for the first time my social media was plastered with everything pertaining to finals. (insert Ryan Gosling hey girl memes here) It turned out to be like any week of college when you have tests....THEY ALL FALL ON THE SAME WEEK! Except, there are no classes during finals week so naturally i'm going to pick the latter for the win.

Through the years I have unofficially began a couple of finals week traditions. My favorite one starting my freshman year when I borrowed a wool sweater from my dad. (refer to this post.) Now, it's just expected that I borrow this sweater for finals week. This year, however, no begging was involved. I think my old man felt bad for me because one Sunday morning a few weeks ago my dad kept giving me stuff for my departure back to L-town. He calls them parting gifts, it's really cute. So he gave me a bunch of soup and tried to convince me to take gloves that were WAY to big for me, so i'd stay warm. And then he goes "meggie-lou, I have one more thing" He led me back to his closet and unburied THE SWEATER. I totally forgot about it. How did I forget about it? That thing is my very most favorite article of clothing he owns, and it's as itchy as heck but I love it. I love it like it's my own.

I wore it last week and decided to picstich it together with a picture of my dad wearing it.  So, who wore it better?

Everything else about finals is simply wonderful because it's like a week of justifying. Justifying that Rio salad again when you had one just three days ago. Justifying that DDP to keep you awake when caffeine has no apparent affect on you. Justifying sleeping in 30 more minutes because it's negative degrees outside and staying in a warm bed somehow makes that sting a little less because, heck it's finals week and you have worked your tail off this semester.

May your finals week provide a fun change of pace and may you find joy during this infamously dreaded week.

Also, between this sweater and the traveling sweater, I have some pretty strange attachments to sweaters.

just in case you wanna be reminded of these...you're welcome. Merry almost Christmas