Musings of a shattered mind

Ah. School. We meet again. My scholastically abusive lover and I are getting back together to make dynamite. School will begin its abuse of me about 11 am tomorrow.

*inhales* Smell that? Its a fresh start. Its new paper and books. Its the smell of sweaty palms as I search for a parking space tomorrow morning. Its the sound of doors opening and closing, the pants of me walking the three flights of stairs to my classes and the stale cigarette smoke that follows everyone who enters through the back of Comer Hall.

Tomorrow I am reintroduced to British Lit. I will also get to learn a bit about Middle Eastern history. I wonder if all my classes will go through the whole class. I think that most first day classes are quite short.

Here is to a fervent prayer that I get not Dr. Snowflakes this year. Here is a fervent prayer that there are no more grade disasters like there were last year.

If I play my cards right, I might be out of this place in 2011. Senior Seminar is right around the corner. Then, on to my masters in Education. Onward! I will not fear this new test. As Lois McMaster Bijold stated, "Tests are a gift. Great tests are great gifts. To fail the test is a misfortune; but to refuse the test is to refuse the gift, and something worse, more irrevocable, than misfortune."

I will not refuse the gift.

So, this morning my Uncle David and I are reorganizing the spice cabinets. Our family has about...150+ spices. Tis ridiculous. The last time they were counted and put on a chart was...a year ago. Since there are so many, we put them into an excel program and pin it up on the inside of the cabinet.

*yawn*

This is tedious.

Well...lazy is a misnomer. I have things to do today, but I plan on trying to stay home. See...if I can just make it through til next week without spending any money, then I should have an extra 200 to add to my Dragon*Con fund. *sigh* I'll be less worried when I get my refund money. Then I can get the few things I've been saving it up for.

Anyway, Below is all my routine stuff. Its been almost two months under the FlyLady system, and slowly but surely there is huge change.

( Fly Lady Stuff HO! )

Just a note, my cat has been more than a little psychotic and needy lately. I know I should stay home more n' all...but I'm getting really frustrated with his anxiety. I wish there were a way for him to be more calm when I'm not here, and not so manic when I am here. He has been sticking to me like glue for the past few days. And when I do give him attention, after only a few minutes, he'll bite me. *sigh* Cats are strange.

Just read Patricia Briggs's new book Hunting Ground. Twas wonderful!!! I love Anna. And I love Charles. And I love a Romance that explores a marriage as it grows and paints an accurate portrait of a victim of sexual abuse and you know what? It makes me happy.

Got Petra from the airport today, then went and took care of my parking permit for next week. Yay getting that done! Picked up Hunting Ground, then picked up Wrath of the Bloodeye by Delaney from the Library. I'm really enjoying his "Last Apprentice" Series. I'm loving how good and spooking it is.

Speaking of spooky, my TBR pile from the library is huge. I've really got to get cracking on it before next Tuesday because that's when they are all due. I will get done with the Kenyon and the other Lois McMaster Bujold books by tomorrow, then I'll tackle the rest.

The Rest, in no particular order are:
White Lies by Jane Ann Krentz
Captives of the Night by Loretta Chase
Lord Perfect by Loretta Chase
Ill Met in the Arena by Dave Duncan
The Edge of the Sword by Rebecca Tingle
Far Traveler by Rebecca Tingle
Mimus by Lilli Thal (translated by John Brownjohn)
Prince of Ayodhya by Ashok K. Banker
Siege of Mithila by Ashok K. Banker
The New Policeman by Kate Thompson
Brisinger by Christopher Paolini
Magic or Madness by Justine Larbalestier

Its quite the list, now that I look at it. I figure I'll get through about seven of those books before Tuesday, and I can always renew the rest. I like having new books to read without buying them. Perhaps I will gain some 'insta-buy' authors this way. After all, that's how Briggs became an insta-buy author.

Now. To finish my day off, here is my Control Journal for FlyLady!!!

( Fly Lady Stuff HO! )

• 06:45 I'm a fluttering this morning! #

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• 23:00 Staying up this late on a work day can't be good. #
• 23:06 Just saw...what I think was the Avatar trailer. Since when is Aang an alien? Can't be right. #
• 23:07 N/m. I got "The Last Airbender" and some sci-fi movie called "Avatar" confused. Damn hollywood. #
• 23:34 Seaching for Text books. Gonna save some money. #
• 23:42 So if I buy from my school bookstore I pay: 186.40 + tax. If I buy online, I pay 111.85. What a hard decision. #
• 23:43 74.55 is almost my ticket for D*con this year. Wow. #
• 00:06 Alright. Two of the most expensive books have been purchased for about 40% of the asking price. Sleep now. #

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( Fly Lady Stuff HO! )

I feel like I've achieved quite a bit this morning. My schedule is going...well, According to schedule. Off to go scarf something breakfasty, pack my shower things and head out the door!

So I'm still in a pretty good mood after getting the News of Le Awesome from my favorite of favorite boycreature's last night. If you find yourself confused, I am referring to THIS bit of win.

Anyway, here is the plan to those of my friends who will be crashing with us at Danielle's apartment that weekend. Boycreature still has to go to work on Friday, which means that he won't get off until 1 in the morning. I will be at his apartment with all of his things packed and ready and loaded into my car. We will depart and head straight for Atlanta that night and meet up at the Zuccini's place 'rough 3. Then we will crash and sleep and then wake up round 8 or 9 and go buy our Con registration stuff. (Its a good thing we didn't preorder this year.) According to the D*C website, that means that it will only be 75 dollars! So that's nice.

Alright. Moving on. Under the cut is my ongoing online control journal stuffs.

( Fly Lady Stuff HO! )

Alright. Off to shower n' stuff. Will probably cross things off of list o' shit to do as I go.

ETA: Done most of my TO Do list already. I am definitely being a good flybaby today!

Alright.

So bad news.

I'm not going to Dragon*Con this year.

Reasons are as follows:
1.The boycreature, who was my D*Con partner, is scheduled to work that weekend and can't get out of it.
2.I have very little money and don't really want to spend what I've got before I've bought textbooks this year.
3.While there are a few people I'd like to see this year, there is no one...like, say Tamora Pierce going that I would hate myself for missing
4.My sisters also aren't going to make it this year.
5.I need to work so I have more money
6. And School is going to be starting up so I really need to concentrate on that.

So yeah. No D*con. I hope that those who are going will have a good time and I hope that I'll see them all again next year!!!

MIKE GOT IT OFF!!!!! MIKE GOT THE DAYS OFF SO WE'RE GOING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I will call all my friends that I called to cancel because the boy totally came through and pulled off a miracle so I will SEE you people Saturday and Sunday on Labordayweekend WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

( Fly Lady Stuff HO! )

Gotta go to work! I did finish reading Karen Marie Moning's Dreamfever Last night. Very awesome book. Spoilers under a cut to come later today. Ah, what I would give for a local friend who loves these books like I do to have read them all. Then we could squee together...actually...Peeeeera....I've got new books for you to be obsessed with!!!

• 10:16 Its really irritating when both your Optomistrist AND your Doctor aren't answering their phones. #
• 10:23 Aww man...My contact RX is expired...I hate doctors Appointments... #
• 10:32 And the Co-pay has gone up. Lovely. Meanwhile, my family physician is STILL not answering the phone. #

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I find myself with a short (amazing!) List of things to do.

And these are necessary things too. Like finally getting my semester schedule ironed out before school starts in 14 days.

Yet I'm still in bed, in my purple jammies, staring at the clothing that I laid out for myself last night and looking at my calender and day-planner with a feeling of apathy. I hate Mondays.

Some people love them, but ME? I hate them. I'd rather stay in bed with the cat, who is sleeping beside me and has become my shadow since I got home yesterday from ATL.

TO DO list:
-Get dressed
-Feed body
-Refill water cup. Only Four refills of giant travel mug to go before daily water count is met.
-clean vents
-clean light fixture of dead bugs
-Go to Montevallo

That's all I've got to do. I've been following the FlyLady.net stuff for a little over a month now and things are definitely more organized in my life now. Actually...I might even do a 15 minute declutter of the drawers I was working on last night.

Then I'm going to Mike's. Which will probably make me what to clean again.

I was going to do my laundry this morning, but G-ma was ahead of me.

Just a thought here, Fly Lady's habit of the month is to do a load a day. But I've always known my G-ma to devote an entire day to the chore and knock it all out within 5 hours of constant washing, drying, folding/ironing and then putting away.

Personally...I prefer to only do a load a day...but I've been overruled in her house today.

Off to get the day done.

Ok.

In ATL. Hanging with the sister. Longer rant about the funeral and family drama to come. *yawn*

I'm a gonna wait for the boyfriend to get off work. Even though it will be 2 o'clock. blah.

Omg...its before 6.

Kill me.

12 hours of driving ahead to get to 'bama. Then three more to get to GA.

I hatemylife.

Its an odd sensation. The traveling spirit. As I sat in the passenger seat, hurtling down the national automotive artery, I realized that I am like a blood cell. I am rushing back to a source of origin. My great-grandmother's final resting plot. There was a time when families did not put space between each other. Yet now we live in a world where such space is not second-glanced at. My great grandmother's bones will rest in Kansas while her son's cold and decomposed corpse molders away quietly hundreds of miles to the south east.

My own children, will they also strive to put as much possible distance between us? When my grandparents die and my parents die and I die, what will my great-grandchildren think? Will they be small babies, uncomprehending of the life I've lead? Will they measure themselves against my acheivements, my accomplishments? Will my children and grandchildren teach them about me or like my sister Dorothy, will they blow away my passing with the busy current of their lives?

These are my thoughts as I move irrevocably forward.

I'm sorry to inform you guys that my paternal Great-Grandmother passed away today. I'm going to be going to Atlanta to get my younger sister tonight then we'll meet back up with the Alabama branch of the family and make the western Trek to Kansas. I should be back by Sunday, but I'm taking my laptop with me.

People that I wanna see at D*C '09

-Peter Beagle (Cuz tho he was there last year, I was much too busy stalking Tamora Pierce)
-Peter David (Cuz I lurve Sir Apropos of Nothing)
-Charlaine Harris (Woot Sookie!)
-Sherrilyn Kenyon (Not too sure I wanna brave the mob of frothing fanladies on her...but we'll see what time allows)
-Todd McCaffery (Two words: Dragonriders of Pern)
-Richelle Mead (Mmm...Read A book by her. Wasn't too thrilled with it, but she's really awesome on LJ so might want to meet her anyway)
-John D. Ringo (My dad has a mancrush on his books. Gonna get some signed.)
-S.M. Stirling (Again with mi padre's man crush on books)

Wow...all of these people are authors.

Color me unsurprised. Writers are my rock stars.

So, I've totally gotten my room all nice and sparkly clean. Now if I could just keep it that way. Went and saw Harry Potter today. Twas nice.

Blah.

Summer is summertime. It makes me want to sleep. And cuddle my boycreature. Who is at work with is a pretty big boo.

I'm not going to dissect Half-Blood Prince because there was a lot of it and that would take a long time. But still. It was fun.

Gonna play some Beautiful Katamari later tonight. I need a Katamari Icon. I think I'll go hunt for one.

Ok. So the always forgotten benefit of cleaning up my space is the discovery of stuff I forgot I had due to losing it SO freaking long ago.

Since I'm redoing my bins/organizing space, I've found:
-My very expensive facial peel I bought a year ago
-My iPod charger
-My old film camera
-Film for that camera
-batteries
-about 50 colored pencils
-My roller blades (which I bought two summers ago to get in shape. HAHAHAHAH!!!)
-More highlighters
-fourteen dollars in change
-My witchcraft books (Which I'd hidden two Christmases ago when I found out my parents were staying in my bedroom...)
-Teavana bags
-My the straps to my duffel bags
-My jump drive

I've got about 40% more to do at this point. Its looking good. So...10% more clutter collection/Relocation. 10% dusting and vacuuming.