okay, here at good old UT, it's spring break. thank the gods. the sorority/dumbass ratio is significantly lower. HOWEVER, it feels really weird not to be out having a great time, partying and all... is this what ADULTHOOD is like? (with, of course, the exception of pamie, who's having a blast.)

if this was your spring break, what would you be doing? any good stories from the past?

(please respond, i'm bored off my ass) thanks.

-- Anonymous, March 13, 2000

Answers

Unfortounately, living so close to Daytona Beach, I detest this time of year.

The bikers just left and now all the spring breakers are here which means they will end up here in Orlando because they don't want to spend all their time at the beach. They just cause more traffic and more frustration when I see them in bathing suits as I am on my way to a stuffy office to deal with stupid coworkers (see other forum message.)

-- Anonymous, March 13, 2000

I had my "Spring Break" earlier in February (although we call it Reading Week in Ontario, Canada). It was kind of a sad week, since I had to work for most of it. I did manage to get away and just relax for a few days though, so that was nice. It wasn't anything too extraordinary, though; just hanging out at a friend's house and exploring all the cool little shops that could be found in the downtown area.

I've never had a really interesting one...usually I lack the time and money to go anywhere exotic/exciting. Ahh, the beauty of my life. Maybe when I'm done university I'll be able to have excitement somewhere! :)

-- Anonymous, March 14, 2000

Irene, don't feel alone. I have documented the first four days of my Spring Break to my best friend in e-mail, while she's off having a blast in Florida and I'm stuck in Indiana, where it just SNOWED....

March 11, 2000 - 3:53 a.m.

Well, Spring Break so far is turning out to be pretty shitty. Josh never called. He never wrote me e-mail. He never bothered to leave me any messages on IM. He just didn't. I have no idea why - maybe he was busy. Maybe he didn't want to. Who knows? But now he's gone and he'll be gone for a week and I'll be damned if I'm going to sit around worrying about it. I hate it when people do this to me. I absolutely hate it. At least he wasn't home. I called him - I put my number on "Private" - because I'm a big fat fatty stalker, but no one answered. That was around 9:00 tonight. I really really really hope he just got busy and forgot. Or something. I just don't want him to ignore me. Y'know? Yeah, you know what I'm talkin' about. And he DID leave me a message on IM at 2:05 this afternoon, saying he would TRY and call. He didn't say he WOULD - he said he would TRY.

10:01 p.m.

Sister is home. Weather Channel is playing jazz music. Dad is investigating accidents. Mom is taking a shower. Where is Rachel? Probably with Mike. The tanning bed lady is a liar. She said there were no more appointments tonight. Bullshit, tanning bed lady! Everyone knows that no one other than me and Rachel are making tanning bed appointments for 10:30 p.m. on a Saturday night in Connersville.

Ooh, it's raining in Panama City. Hahaha. I hope Josh is sitting in his condo freezing his ass off and wishing he would have called. Huh, well, too bad for you! I'm having fun sitting at home with my hair all gross and watching the Weather Channel, so eat that, baby!

March 12

Went to Richmond around 2:45 with Sarah and Rachel. Talked about getting drunk the whole way there. Rachel, of course, had to tell us that god-forsaken story of how she laid on the waterbed with Bubba for the 84,754th time. I again humoured her. It's weird that she and Sarah can talk about being drunk together - if my sister told a story about how she got drunk, I'd bitchslap her. But that's just me.

Anyway. Got to Richmond. Saw Trouble and Becky (Trouble being Joey, not Rick). They're in love and it makes me wanna vomit, but it's cute. No Joey for me, though. Speaking of love (or lack thereof), Rachel went to put an ENGAGEMENT RING ON LAYAWAY! I pointed out that she might want to wait until Mike asks her to marry him before she does that to save herself some debts and some embarrassment. She put a gold chain for Mike on layaway instead. Mike's going to look like Mr. T.

March 13 - 10:42 p.m.

I left Indianapolis around 8, got home around 9:30. Some girl that looked like she was about 15 or 16 was standing on a street corner in Rushville, wearing a really long white blonde wig, glasses, and a huge blue jacket. She started waving frantically at me. I waved back and she continued to wave and started yelling. I rolled my window down and said, "Do you need help?" and she ran over to my car and yelled "HI!" I rolled up my window pretty fast after that, and went through the stopsign. I called the police and told them what she was doing after I looked in my rearview mirror and saw her run out in front of a semi to wave hello to a Blazer across the street.

Ew, I need to shave my legs.

March 14 - 2:17 p.m.

I just woke up about a half-hour ago. I had a dream that I was on a plane with some of the kids from "Space Camp" and we had to save it from going down. It was kind of like "Titanic" in the air. I also had a dream that I beat up some guy because he was abusing animals. Then I dreamed that Kitty got hit by a car again and I blamed it all on Troy. I really need to do something about this "animal-rights" thing I have.

As you can tell, my life this week has revolved around getting up at obscenely late time every day and the Weather Channel. Thank God that there are only four more days left of this or I might go insane.

-- Anonymous, March 14, 2000

i guess that beats having a tummy virus and your hubby having a tummy virus and fighting over who gets the toilet next. (i always win paper-scissors-rock, so you bet your sweet, clean ass i was in there first.)

it's beautiful in austin today. hubby left his keys, all of his keys in dallas, and i'm lonely in the office, hoping the imodium a.d. kicks in pretty soon.

enough about me... i miss real winter, march, weather! go snow!

-- Anonymous, March 15, 2000

Angela -

I feel your pain. I live in Sarasota, Fl - a couple of years ago we were like first for the best beaches in the country I think...so you can bet your ass we have tourists. At 2:00 all I want to do is get home, but nooooooo, I happen to live right off one of the only roads to the beach, so I am stuck in traffic, usually some person from Ontario (sorry...) who thinks that is perfectly acceptable to drive 20 miles an hour down U.S. 41. Yuck.

-- Anonymous, March 15, 2000

I have to admit I'm missing spring break just a little. Not that I would really want to go down to the beach this week, but it reminds me of the past fun I've had.

High school- I organized a trip for myself and about 30 other kids to go down the Ft. Walton 2 years in a row. I wouldn't want to go into too much detail, but the highlights were: - Introduction to funneling - Couch surfing - Hypnotism - Introduction to keg stands - Getting the security guards drunk - My friend Ken jumping off of the 3rd floor balcony and waking up the next morning saying, "Ow, my back hurts." - Confronting the ex of my girlfriend. He was about a foot taller, 100 lbs heavier, and was the leader of a gang. I still don't know how I survived

College- 2 memorable trips. One to Jamaica with the girls I was living with at the time. Whenever anyone tried to sell pot to the girls, they said they had to OK it with me. This made all of the hotel staff call me "The General". I think they assumed I was a pimp or a dealer. Sadly, though I wasn't dating any of them, I did have a huge crush on one. The whole week was rapturous torture as we ran around the island and I was allowed to put aloe on her sunburns.

The other was the quintessential college spring break trip: 2 roommates, 1 dealer and his stripper girlfriend cruising Panama City in a mini-van. Honestly, there are quite a few holes in my memory of that time. I know that we were "in" at club where MTV was: thanks to the dealer introducing himself to the managers, we all drank for free. I do remember spending one night out without leaving the mini-van. I even met a girl who ended up moving to my college town the next week. The only really crappy part was that I had to spend the last few days of that trip visiting my family and trying to nonchalantly detox. Overall, though, not too shabby for my last spring break.

-- Anonymous, March 16, 2000

Well, here at good old VT, spring break isn't much better. YES most of the dumbasses are gone, NO there aren't any sorority chicks in hoochie pants parading up and down the streets. They're gone. But they've left a void. A large one. There's nothing to do here when you're underage and the clubs don't let unders in after 9. So here I am...watching old recordings of x-files and xena...eating a lot of pasta since the dining halls are closed, and having beer with every meal! As for what you should do...sleepovers are STILL FUN. I don't care if you're 60. There's something fun about having 8 girls squished up in one apartment watching movies and gossiping. There's always the option of a road trip. You can get quite a few places for under 50 dollars. NEXT spring break...hehehe...next spring break...Mardi Gras is on my list of must do's. As for past spring breaks, I have never been able to break free of parental oppression long enough to actually go anywhere. I hope to be free of THAT particular ball and chain soon, however. I suppose that wraps up MY spring break experience. I'm bored off my ass too. Perhaps I'll do laundry if I haven't spent all my quarters on beer by now.

-- Anonymous, March 16, 2000

Irene,

Adulthood is even worse than you think. The college I work for is on Spring Break this week, but am I? Of course not; I have to work.

Here are a couple of amusing (I hope) stories to soothe the boredom:

High school: Some friends and I decided to have the great Spring Break blowout our senior year. My girlfriends uncle was a highly successful entrepreneur who had vacation homes all over the place, including one on the beach in Florida. We piled into the van and headed south, which is only four hours from the Heart of Dixie where I live. One of the journeyers was a foreign exchange student from France named Gabrielle. The first morning we were there, we were milling about getting ready to go out on the beach when Frenchy came be-bopping down the stairs with no top on ready for the beach (because apparently, thats what they do in France and she hadnt been in this country long). My girlfriend dragged me aside and said Tell her she cant go out there like that! I asked Me? Why me? (I kept thinking I must be the only guy in the world whose girlfriend would ask him to go talk to some half-naked woman.) Jenny, my girlfriend, told me I had to talk to her because I was the most tactful person there. So here I go. I got about as far as Um, ulp, Gaby, um, look ... before I had to turn back to Jen and tell her Im sorry, but I just cant pretend that those arent there. The look on Jens face still haunts me to this day.

College: A group trip to Fort Walton to celebrate my friend Kens 21st birthday. Since Ken was making the pilgrimage to legal age, we decided to celebrate by ordering a bottle of champagne to add to what we brought with us. After some serious overindulgence, most of us ended up passed out in the hotel room, but we had this one wet blanket (a friend since grade school, so what can you do?) on this trip who refused to partake. Now, I dont really think theres anything wrong with that, but he proceeded to wake both me and Ken up at 3 a.m. and demanded to be driven to the Majik Market so he could get milk. I said what on earth for? and he told me it was because he had heartburn from drinking that mess. I tried to tell him he hadnt touched any of it, but he was adamant. I ended up in the car (it wasnt even my car), in my underwear, at 3:15 a.m., driving him to the Majik Market. That was bad enough, but later on the same trip, he came out on the balcony where I was standing and said Fore. I asked him if he was playing through. He said, Id give her a four.

Now picture this: Were on the sixth floor; there are 8 million people at the pool below; from that distance and hung over, I couldnt tell who was male or female, much less award someone a 4 on a scale of 10. And what would I accomplish by doing that anyway?

We finally left him in the room, where he watched Poltergeist on pay-per-view while the rest of us went out for fun in the sun. Very bizarre.

-- Anonymous, March 16, 2000

thanks for the stories... it's even worse when SXSW is in town, and you just KNOW there is cool stuff happening everywhere, that you (a) can't afford, and (b) can't stay up late enough for, b/c the bus leaves at 6:55am.

we managed to go to a "free" punk show last night- it was alright, but i should have KNOWN better to wear something "cool" and not a brown turtleneck, sweater, and jeans. i was the biggest dork there.

no, i take that back. one kid had a white polo sweater on. he looked more out of place than i did.

-- Anonymous, March 17, 2000