Spring Break, irritation, and friendship

Spring Break has commenced, and I cannot describe how I feel about it.
I am relieved that Finals Week is through, and hopefully got the grades I deserve after working my ass off this semester (I say I deserve them because I have never worked my ass off before for a semester, and just learned recently that you have to try your damndest, and this term, I did, I really did). I haven't really seen any of my friends yet, because a couple of them are still at school, a couple are on trips (LUCKY), and others are M.I.A.
But it's been all about family the two days I have been off so far. Yesterday (technically two days ago), I went off to the city with my cousin Olivia, and we spent the morning on State St. then headed to the North Side to visit our grandparents. What I love about the city is I can take the train to Union (only a 15 minute ride), walk to State, spend a couple hours there with family or friends, and then go on the "L" towards the North Side, get off at Addison, and BAM I am at my grandparents'. They took us to lunch, which is always an adventure. They never stop bickering, and my cousin and I are in the backseat giggling, like we were 8 and 7 again. We went to Leona's on Irving Park, which I had never been to, but they had an AMAZING Big Vegan Burger. I was happy to see something vegetarian on the menu since the whole ride over I heard, "Why do we have to go to Leona's Rose?" "Because Phil, you're Granddaughter is a vegetarian." "Vegetarian? Just like her mother!" "Phil, watch the rode! You missed the turn" .. giggles in the background.

After that, they drove me home, and I went to bed at 8:30, because apparently, during finals I didn't get enough sleep.

Today (technically yesterday), I slept in, took my car in to get a lovely oil change and was off to the Chicago Premium Outlet Mall to meet my Preggers Cousin Lisa. I call her Preggers, because she gets pissed about it. And ever since I was a kid, I would always boast about our age difference (she's 6 years older than me). She would get so mad when I would tell her about how I was turning such and such age and she was turning ____ . Anyways, we did absolutely no shopping, and sat in the food court and talked for a good 3 hours. It was nice just to catch up, with her teaching, married, and a baby on the way, she is very hard to get a hold of, and it was nice just to sit down for 3 hours and chat. The most entertaining part was watching a man put 8 PACKETS OF SALT ON HIS HOT DOG. COUNT THEM--EIGHT. 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8.
Jesus, that was awful. And people wonder why Americans are deemed fat. And I know I am not skinny, but 8 packets of salt? Just looking at that will raise your cholesterol and give you a heart attack! PEOPLE COME ON. Anyways, after that I came home, and did nothing, except read some of my book: Life of Pi by Yann Martel, which I am not THAT big of a fan. I have heard such great things about this book so I knew the moment I bought it I'd be disappointed, but thought I would give it a try. So I am going to try to finish this asap, so I can start reading the Great Shark hunt and other stories by Hunter S. Thompson. I want that done by spring break.

Tomorrow is St. Patrick's Day, aka Amateur Night to my dad, but he still is going to drink with me. He's been yelling at me all day about the fake Irish of tomorrow. "I can't believe you want to drink tomorrow Caitlin, that doesn't even make sense. You are Irish, always. We always drink. You know it, I know it. What do we need St. Patrick's Day for? It's just another Saturday to me." I told him that we're still having vodka, whether he likes it or not. We shall see if that pulls through.

Next week I start work 8-5 again, and I cannot wait. I miss working so much. Not only because of money, but because of the people. They are some of the most amazing people I've met, and I cannot wait to see them again, and constantly be around the insanity of CPS, Inc.

Alright, it's 2am. I should be in bed, but since I slept 10 hours last night, I am not tired. So I am off to read my lame book, so I can get a head start on the good one.