Obviously it is WAY more fun to spend spring break in your dead grandparents' house ripping up carpet and imagining painful things to do with a paintbrush to your cousin because he's not coming to Easter dinner.
I mean, yeah, I won't get a tan. But I get to spend the week crying in pain and anguish! That's so much better!
Oh, and I'm researching two term papers. Or rather, I'm searching "zionism" and "northern Ireland" on my library's webpage and then ordering the top ten most recent books.
Whatever. The professor adores me, and I've got woodwork to paint.