I know it's trouble when I'm not extremely busy, but I was trying to remember exactly how.
Now I remember, and because of it, I'm going to Dallas for the weekend.
Why? Because I can. Because I don't have any more homework that I can't finish before Tuesday class. Because I was sitting here in the computer lab, ostensibly typing up my notes from today, and I just happened to look at travelocity, and well, now it's a done deal.
In the interests of frugality, I should be kept busy at all times. I got a great plane ticket for $175 (cheaper than the gas of driving there), but still - that's $175 that I shouldn't be spending, plus all that I will buy at Ikea.
But I should also be kept busy in the interests of keeping innocents safe. Karen's first question? Whom we will stalk. I vote for Molly Ivins and Lyle Lovett, but they are in Austin and Houstin respectively, and Texas is a big state after all. We have certainly done the insane roadtrip on more than one occasion (driving as deep into Mexico as we could before we passed out with exhaustion or tequila was one memorable trip; or the time we drove up to Illinois to play catch in the street for half and hour with a boy from our pasts), but am I not supposed to be an adult now?
Jenny says I'm not allowed to have Imaginary Boyfriends anymore (such as Joseph Kabila, who married some woman who isn't me, that traitorous man-whore).
My first public foray this morning was to the Dean's office, where I begged him for more reading work. He was actually quite nice about it, and I have two tomes I will lug home to keep me more occupied. And after some creativity with the truth, I somehow got into an Admiralty Law Symposium tomorrow (after which, I will go over to a little sports expo and sign up for a women's soccer team with women half my age who actually know how to manage a ball with their feet).
I was supposed to volunteer with Second Harvest on Saturday, but I think I won't be missed. And The Roommate has two guests visiting, so I don't mind ducking out on that although I'm sure she'll have some problem with it. Whatever.
Watch out, innocents - I've got free time!
Thursday, August 31, 2006
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Remember when free time meant squeezing in Ghana for a 3-day weekend?
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