4 Days Removed from the Visit of the 3 Magi who Brought Myrrh, Frankincense, and Gold or M&Ms, Chex Mix, and Granola Bars

After four days of recuperation, free from the constant whining and having to drag Mom's big butt every and Gramma's saggy one, I'm finally able to get back to the things that really matter, like posting my exploits on this lovely blog here. Visiting with the family? Pfft, why see them when I can just make fun of them here?

Did you see what I did there? That's called sarcasm! Go me!

All kidding aside, I had a great time with the fam! Larry and I bonded while walking down Oxford Street and Gramma and Mom bonded over their sore feet and their mutual feeling of being totally and completely overwhelmed. We saw all the sights: the Tower of London, St. Paul's Cathedral, Westminster Abbey, Big Ben,Parliament, Madame Tussaud's (the wax museum), Covent Garden (an outdoor market), and loads of other stuff. I have a bunch of pictures but I haven't uploaded them to my comp yet so there'll be in a later post.

Currently, I am trying to be productive, but obviously I'm failing miserably as evidenced by the fact that I'm writing this entry instead of doing work. Smell that? That's the sweet smell of procrastination, an odor I give off frequently and in abundance.

I'm also trying to figure out my schedule for next year which is about as exciting as it sounds and equally as frustrating.

I also realize that I still have to fill all you lovely people in about my Roman holiday, which was like 6 weeks ago. Yep, I'm totally on top of things. That too is on my list.

Sigh, on a rather disgusting note, there's been quite a significant amount of mucus building up inside my nostrils and at the back of my throat, which is rather annoying. I bet you all wanted to know that too. See? I'm just full of fascinating tidbits.

And if I'm writing about my nasal problems, it is a definite sign of me avoiding all productive means of utilizing my time.

To Uncle Wee Wee, the happy girl will not return today. Instead I present "The Sad Girl":



"The Sad Girl" is representative of, you guessed it, my sadness. Because now I have nothing to count down to and the only thing I have to look forward to is tons of papers to write and finals. And when that time comes around I will introduce you to the best stess-relieving remedy I know, which is singing Schoolhouse Rock songs at the top of my lungs. Seriously, you should try it sometime.

Today, you will also be introduced to "The Frustrated Girl" (which actually generated a lot of inappropriate results in my Google image search, who woulda thunk it?)



"The Frustrated Girl" is symbolic of, you guessed it, my frustration. My frustration at the aforementioned workload. And that shall be the end of my whining for the time being.

Promise:



Scout's honor:



I can tell no lie:



(That's a young George Washington and the cherry tree, just for clarification)

"I'm not a crook":



Yeah, I have no idea what that just was. I apologize. I'm going a little crazy. That's probably because I'm in London, right Mom and Gramma?

Until the next time, which I swear will be more coherent and contain less pictures of former U.S. Presidents, maybe I'll throw in a few Chilean ones, just for the heck of it.

Am I really posting this?

Why, yes, Gina, you really are. Just push that button right there . . .

It's positively CRACKTASTIC!!!