I am free, free as a bird, a wandering albatross! Well until the first of February, when I have to return to that wretched place they call a college. Where I will be forced yet again to trudge myself through never-ending lectures, rigid class assignments and those awful painstaking, cerebral-matter-mortifying exams. But let's not divulge into distressing matters, the semester is over now and all I can do is dream of what to do with the time I have on my hands.
Like acquiring the art of making risotto.