fall break

It is Fall Break (yes, we actually get a fall break) thursday and friday, which means I have ample time to finally do all my work. And go food shopping. And buy overpriced gas. 

So I got this book the other day, titled Confessions of a Counterfeit Farm Girl, by Susan McCorkindale. Oh. My. Lord. Funniest book ever. It's a memoir of her moving from NY/NJ to the country, and though I'm in Chapel Hill, I can SO relate. Like, I get how saying "ma'am" is that Southern politeness, but I'm only 27! I am NOT a ma'am! And would it kill you to drive more than 30 miles an hour? Thankfully, in my neighborhood, it retains more of a Northern feel. There are more BMWs, Mini Coopers and SUV's in my neighborhood than there are broken-down pickup trucks, and no one's flying a Confederate flag or pasting NASCAR stickers on their cars. Although I cringe everytime I pass the organic co-op in my neighborhood and see the Land Rover with the back windshield and back windows plastered with stickers - of bands, Patagonia, "go organic", and the omnipresent "Coexist" sticker. I see all those stickers on such a nice car, and wonder why they did it. 

A few of my friends are going camping this weekend - like, hard-core camping, and I just could not do it. I mean, I used my North Face hiking pack to bring my clothes to the wilds of Manhattan for the summer. Ever see the movie "Troop Beverly Hills"? Yeah.