Rawr.

So I lost my Ikea virginity over the weekend.

I was so unprepared. 

I was under the impression that it was a Swedish version of Bed, Bath, and Beyond. It was not.

Sara: I--what do I do?

Casey: This is the showroom. Here, take a big yellow bag. We'll wander through the rooms and you can look at everything and design an imaginary apartment while we pick sheets.

S: What's happened to my senses? Why do they feel like Disneyland?

C: That's called sensory overload. It's to be expected.

S: I LOVE IT HERE. I NEVER WANT TO LEAVE IT.

C: Petal, this is only your first time. Let's not get carried away.

S: WE SHOULD DO THIS EVERY WEEKEND. 

C: Sara--

S: LOOK. A RESTAURANT.

C: Oh, Sara.

This came on the heels of a mini-carnival in which there were bouncy houses shaped like ships. With SLIDES inside. 

It was a weekend of much joy.

And now it's finals week.

Never has there been such a cruel trick played on my mind. Except for when I was little and Jurassic Park came out, and I thought it was a documentary, and that dinosaurs were alive again. And then they weren't. That was pretty mean, too.