Defying Death

Because I have a little break in between semesters, I decided that I was going to take a vacation. I haven't really mentioned it to very many people because I'm a pretty private person, and I haven't posted it here on this blog because I've been extremely busy and, frankly, it's strange to have the entire world know you're going on vacation. I'm weird like that. Don't judge me.

But back to the subject at hand. I'm going on vacation. It's a vacation I've wanted to take for a long time, and I'm really looking forward to it.

In an effort over the past few weeks to be more open with those in my life and try to connect with people, since I've been pretty disconnected for the past few semesters, I told a couple of people about my vacation plans.

It's important to remember here that my vacation is already booked. There's no turning back now.

I told my hair dresser. She was initially happy for me getting to go on vacation, but then shocked and disturbed when she found out what the vacation entailed.

I told a couple of my coworkers. They were distressed and concerned that I would take such a vacation.

I've decided to stop telling people. That includes you--I will not be disclosing the details of my vacation until I return so as to not panic anyone further.

So why am I telling you this much and leaving you in suspense? Because I can.

Actually, there's a poll to the right. I'm curious as to what you think my terrifying vacation plans are. When I'm back from my undisclosed vacation on an undisclosed date, I'll fill you in on the details.