No More Teachers, No More Books

Until June 8th, at least. Spring semester is over! Finished! Done with! Whew...that seemed like a long- a*# semester. And if life was fair, I would be sitting in that hammock in the picture above, sipping a virgin drink with an umbrella while some cabana boy named Marco fans me with palm frawns.

I now have five weeks of total freedom until Summer I starts. I have a stack of books that I've been wanting to read and will now use all my free time to do so. When I'm not cleaning out the apartment in preparation for the move. But, hey, I can just throw everything out and start fresh, right?

This weekend is another three-dayer (thanks, furlough) and I've got big plans:

1. Sleep in late. Each day. Even if I miss church. (Okay, probably won't miss church, but the thought is definitely appealing).


2. Costa Vida and X-Men Origins tomorrow night.


3. CLEAN my apartment. It's scary. Partly because I hate to put away laundry and partly because I've been "de-junking" and have piles everywhere.


4. As a sub-item to #3: clean out my closet. I cannot move in there right now. And I can't put away clothes, even if I felt the slightest inclination to do so. Which I don't. See #3.


5. Go take pictures of new house. The foundation has been laid, I'm told. Whoopee.


6. Monday will be spent browsing Barnes & Noble, eating Paradise Bakery and maybe taking in another movie. Because I deserve it.

Oh, and if you see Marco, send him my way.