Chocolate and Plans that never work

Every time I have some off time planed, I start daydreaming about what I will do with that off time.

Most of these dreams involve home renovations, or art projects that I’m sure I’ll be able to finish and everything will be fabulous.

Well, when my off time arrives, something happens to keep me from these plans, and they lie there, unfinished, and not worth the effort to complete them.

Then I spend my off time writing, and chatting with friends, and basically behaving like a mushroom. (as in the fungi mushroom)

Or even better, I go to the library, and get a truckload of books, which I devour with the most eager mindset, completely forgetting my plans until about a week later when I raise my head and realize that I’m late for school.

(again)

I just recently noticed that I do this, after talking with a friend, who pointed out the number of books I’ve read this past week.

It’s quite funny if you think about it.

Perhaps my next off time will be accomplishing.

(Here comes summer vacation, with it’s reached heat that drives me indoors until I look like a shriveled up ghost.)

Aside from that, I’ve finally built up the courage to eat my coco bunny from this past Easter. You may ask why I needed to build up courage, well, the answer is quite simple.

When I was small, I would feel bad about eating my coco bunny because I though that somehow the bunny could feel me eating him.

It’s safe to say, that this year my bunny did not feel a thing, especially after meeting it’s demise at the hands of the kitchen steak knife. I must say, he was delicious. (To safe some guilt later, though, I had my mom help me eat him.)

May ye rest in chocolaty peaces, wherever ye may be.