Plans...

Spring Break officially starts for me at 12:15 today, though I'm thinking of celebrating early. or something.

I've got a cubic fuckload of scheisse to do this coming week, including homework in all my classes (both make-up and jump-the-gun type stuff) I'm thinking of taking a day for each subject and WOOOOOOOORKING like hell.

Also want to go to the gym, clean like a sonofabitch, go visit the Techs, and take at least one 20ish mile ride. (must find both odometer and lock, so cleaning might have to come first. Plus need a destination... been toying with the idea of riding all the way out to 3 Rivers to visit gossamer_gull, chill for a night, and ride back the next morning... That might be fun.)

Need to work out bureaucratic scheisse and get back in touch with the 'rents, so I at least won't have that hanging over my head. Gotta ride primitive_boy's ass so that my leather gear's done on time, but he's being such a wenchbrat about the second coming of the shop that I don't know how dedicated I am to the cause of nagging. Of course, when he has a bug up his ass, he tends to get really slow about custom work so who knows. Meh.

I also need to braid the hair, scan this cubic fuckload of pics I have of Mary Elizabeth and send them off to the smith chickies doing a memorial project for her, do a little web site maintenance, doctor that pic of darkling_dreams I've been promising to do forever, and make/send/give away the cubic fuckload of mix CDs/tapes I owe folks. I also will be hieing my arse hence to Haven on Tuesday, hopefully to be joined in my quest for flailing induced pulled arm ligaments by gossamer_gull, inle_rah, and timarok's Diane, who, post-drama, is turning out to be a pretty cool person. Oh, and I also have to actually see if duct tape works better than wax. Stay tuned. ;)

So, no lying about in bed for me this break. I've got work to do, people to see, and places to go. :) Weeeeeeeeeeeeee!

Older than you've ever been and now you're even older...

New England. Sheesh. At 10:05 you couldn't see five feet for the snow blowing in blizzard like densities everywhere. Forty minutes later, the temporary white glaze over everything faded, patches of blue streaked the sky, and the sun was hesitantly poking out from behind the cloud cover. *shakes head*

This morning I tromped through campus and stopped to watch this ridiculously long line of kids (3rd-4th graders by the size of them) meander up from the gardens and across campus to some unknown destination. Probably the Smith school, where the kids serve as guinea pigs for the education majors and their parents pay for the privilege. It reminded me of going to UNIS, where 12 grades are crammed into one building and practically every day you'd run into one of your old teachers leading the next generation of helpless victims second graders somewhere - gym, music, recess... As the years went by and you migrated from the Middle House (grades 5-8) to the Tutorial House (9-12, don't ask me how they came up with these names) and the teachers all suddenly have rapidly expanding gray patches in their hair, and you look down at these ridiculously small creatures and you wonder... was I ever that tiny/young/innocent? And you remember at the same time actually being that small, looking up at the high schoolers and the grown-ups, and wondering if someday you'd be that big and scary, or if not quite that, at least being big enough to not only negotiate the stairwell to the second floor without holding on to the bannister for dear life, but to take the stairs two or three at a time, and maybe get all the way to the fourth floor without it seeming impossible...

I find it rather appalling that it's been nearly two decades since I was that small. I feel plagued by my age lately, falling into that charming mental trap of feeling like I ought to have done more with my life by now, wondering if the last quarter century was just so much wasted time and air, or whether I'm actually on my way somewhere other than hell and just don't know it yet...

Bah, children.

Random silly thought - those kids that were always being baby-sat by The Baby-sitters Club would so be in college by now, not to mention that Kristy, Claudia, Mary Anne, Dawn, Stacey, Jessi, and Mallory would all be corporate ladder climbing SUV drivers somewhere. Or they would be if Ann M. Martin (Smithie!) hadn't held them in eighth grade for ten years.

meeeeeemes.

Some memesheepage before I settle in to watch a couple of movies.

First the Friday Five:

1. What was the last song you heard?
Informatik's "A Matter of Time." Was listening to the Nomad on my way home. *growls* I want you, I need you, I've got to be near you...*

2. What were the last two movies you saw?
Well, I have to watch Solaris and the Cowboy Bebop movie this afternoon seeing as they're due back by 8.

3. What were the last three things you purchased?
Duct tape, Fresh Sam... er, Odwalla, French toast

4. What four things do you need to do this weekend?
Clean, homework, bike, hair...

5. Who are the last five people you talked to?
Hmm. In various mediums and excluding the folks I live with, that would be jaicat, timarok's Diane, blueraccoon, my friend Tash ... er. I need to get out more. :)

gacked from blueraccoon:

If you call me...
Andee -  you're probably related to me by blood. Weirdly enough, no one who actually knows me uses my first name to my face much. Disturbing.
Chickadee or pantherkitty, you're sundart being cute
pumpkin - you're either sundart or timarok.
the Loafing Negro, Nigubus, sweetiepumpkindarlingfuckfaceassroach, ass-(insert noun here) - you're beatgoddess, and I've just annoyed fuck-all out of you. :)
Chica - you're beatgoddess, sundart, or jaicat
my Lady - you're timarok.
Andeena(-sama) - you're darkling_dreams in a silly mood.
Candee-girl - you're Bosslady.
andee-child - you're probably Devi/Gita, or read my LJ.
Kleo - you're a veteran of PVGoth and knew me back when I actually posted fairly often.
kitten, konekochan, any word meaning baby cat in any language - you're harinezumi and you're telling me good night.
Panda - you're one of the Amastans.
KJ, KJPepper, Kleopatra, Kleopepper, Kleopatra J. Pepper - you only know me from around the internet.
Andee Pandy Sugar 'n' Candy - you're about to be punched in the head.