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Sometimes I hate breaks. Gone is my motivation to do anything along with my social life. This is what I get for being a lazy butt with rich friends. Well, they're not rich, but they go skiing and snowboarding and crap during winter break leaving me at the foot of the mountain in a puff of my own exhales.

I literally can't be bothered to do anything during these times except for eat incessantly, watch movies or walk to nowhere and come back again. I always run into a problem with each of these things, and when I have a problem with all of them I end up sitting on my couch poking my belly.

I always resort to eating first. But even I have my limits. It's usually right after I've eaten my whole weight in raisins or pistachios when I realize that I'm doing something stupid. So I put away the munchies and decide to walk it all off. So I bundle up in every sweater and scarf that I own, warm my ears with my earbuds and head for somewhere while I thank Gosh for blessing me with a suburban home.

I could easily be running errands for my mom, but I don't because I usually don't tell her I'm going out until I'm already out and she texts me asking where I am. I'll head to the library and read a magazine, I'll head to the Smiths and not buy anything. Lately I visited Blockbuster for the first time since Netflix was born. Just another office space sparsely lined with "trendy" titles and overpriced movie theater candy. Two or three employees clad in blue, (both literally and figuratively)filling their remaining hours with heavy sighs. I shouldn't have gone, it was more depressing than the out of business sale at Borders. (Actually, scratch that. Borders was more depressing because it was as if the carcass belonged to the family dog and we turned into vultures regardless.)But when it finally does go under, I think I'll pay my respects.

I eventually have to come back. My mom isn't negligent, so she does call as soon as it gets dark asking me to come home so I don't get eaten. I obey because it's getting cold anyway, even though I know when I get home I'll gravitate towards the couch again.

And I do. With a movie. But I have a love-hate relationship with movies. I used to be able to watch 2 hour movies no sweat. I also used to be able to finish 300 page books (with normal spacing) in one day. I could focus like no one's business. Not anymore. I don't know what happened to me but it's stripped me of the little patience I had. I used to appreciate even bad movies, but I can't stand them anymore. I've ejected a DVD within the opening credits once. But in my defense, if I'm gonna devote 2 hours of my oh-so-busy life, I might as well devote it to something well done.

See, this is what the holiday break does to me. It turns me into an erratic vegetable that listens to bhangra while writing equally erratic blog posts.