Homework for the Overactive Brain

Today's Quote--"Happy birthday to me, Happy birthday to me..."

Monday, May 19, 2003

 

Today's Quote--"His fickle fuddled words confuse me. Like will it rain today."--Dave Matthew's Band, "The Space Between"
Fickle and fuddled, sounds like my brain right now. I'm exhausted at 10. Oy. Finished my paper and our editing today. So I'm done. Just have to sit through watching it all again for class...only one more time...and all the times we have to do it to make copies for everyone...ugh. And I know that SZ hates me and S now. Somehow, I can't make myself care.

I need to be more positive about my study abroad. I bought my tickets today...real paper tickets in my hands. Amazing. I'm going now. Really. I am. It's hard to believe. I'm just so dependent upon my friends for a lot of my sense of self, that being separated for such a long time seems agonizing and painful. I'm looking forward to going, though I am nervous, of course. Still lots of little things, like Visas, to take care of, but I'm not feeling too bad about it. It's the coming back part that's scary. Oh well, right? I'm going and that's that.

Been checking out tickets to Everett for our little get together. $50 for either bus or train...$100 for a plane. I really want to take the train! The times are better, I could possibly read, and I've never taken a train like that in the US...okay, the Long Island Railroad doesn't count people. Done it in Japan. And Scotland. That was great. I liked it a lot. I would love to take the train, 'cause I've never gone that route on a train...only by car, about a bazillion times. I can wake up anywhere on I-90 and know exactly how much longer to the next rest stop, Ellensburgh, or Seattle. Or home. I know all the sights...and the best times to fall asleep (Centeral Washington is a bore...). I know the pig farms, and the ranches with cattle. I've learned how to name crops from that drive. I can tell the difference between peas, potatoes and lentils from a distance at 60 mph. Or 70. Depends on who's driving. Yeah, done that road trip too many times! Besides...I thought about driving myself, but 5 1/2 hours is a wee bit too long for me to drive by myself...especially on the freeway. I'm not that good of a driver...I've been avoiding the freeway for 4 years now, no need to go to it quite yet, right? And all that bull poop they told us about becoming average drivers after 5 years...right! *scoff*

Okay, feeling more awake. Which isn't really a good thing. I went to bed at 1 last night and promptly stared at my cealing for 2 hours, wide awake. Oy. Then I had to get up and get things done. Tomorrow I have things to do in the morning too. And why can I not get myself going on packing?! At least I finally made my appointments. Ugh. Must pack. I think once I get started it'll go pretty quick. The starting is the hard part. I can't make myself go at anything faster than a snails pace. Maybe I just don't want to leave. Oh bloody hell. I am a woman with no mind. Or at least no mind that can figure out what it wants. Whatever. I'm going to go not pack now.

GL 10:15 PM