Spring - is it really here?

Sunrise-waiting for spring

I'm not going to say that it's here yet because we usually get snowed on again in April. I hope the nice weather holds for a while because I'm itching to get on my motorcycle for some reason. I don't usually even start to think about it until the streets are clean in May, but for some reason I really want to be out riding. I guess as long as summer isn't as crappy as it was last year I can wait a little longer... I guess... if I have to.

I went into my old place of employment today for a visit. I guess I still feel welcome there, but the tension is so thick there, you can cut it with a knife. I sure do miss working with my friends, but you couldn't pay me enough money to go back - not in a million years. Been there, done that and I'm glad I took the plunge and moved on. I am however going out for drinks/dinner with one of the guys next week. He's a good friend and I enjoy his company, and he says he enjoys going out with me because we can drink and B.S. for hours without any strings attached. I like that, and we have always have a great time. This time I think I'll try to arrange it so I don't have to go to school the next day though. We polished off a bottle of wine and I think he also had 2 beer when we went out in Feb and as you know that fills my alcohol quote for a good 3 months!

Guess what... even though I didn't read most of the chapter for my last Abnormal Psych midterm, I still managed 70%! I'm guessing that if I get through the next for chapter for the final and write a kickass essay, I'll be set!

By the way, my essay is on Sex. It's always a great topic!

Now that I've sat here and blogged for a while, I'd getter get off my ass and start writing that essay!

An unusual experience...

It is 7:29 pm on Monday March 27th, and I have not slept since I rolled out of bed on Sunday at 9:00 am. The wierd thing is that I didn't go to bed Sunday night because I wasn't tired, so I put in some serious effort on an already reasonable essay by 8:00 am this morning, I still wasn't tired, or hungry or anything.
VERY wierd.

If I didn't know better, I'd swear that I'm experiencing my first manic episode. You know I did tour Alberta Hospital Edmonton with my Psych class on Friday... perhaps this is just empathetic insomnia. And since I don't handle caffeine well I avoid it except for chocolate....mmm... chocolate... therefore that wasn't the cause. I have a massive problem though... I have a midterm tomorrow morning that I need to put some serious cram time into, but I also need to be conscious in order to get through it.

What to do? What to do!

I'm finally beginning to feel a bit fatigued, but nowhere near as bad as I should feel. I should be either extremely irritable and barely maintaining consciousness, or I should have gotten in 2 hours of sleep already. I really hope this little stint as an insomniac doesn't bite me in the ass. Only time will tell I guess. Wish me luck--or a really fantanstic sleep while I learn by osmosis!

Double Major? A shiny new distraction from my current reality.

Today after class, I briefly spoke to my prof about my term paper topic. He mentioned that he has a class called the psychology of sex that might be of interest to me. I told him that I would see if I could squeeze it into my schedule next year. When he found out that I already had the prereqs, he said that I was the type of person he would really like to see in this class... Maybe I should consider a double major? Hmmm... very interesting... but I won't spend too much thinking about it until after my term papers are done, or I'll squander a whack of time on the NEW bright and shiny instead of the current not so shiny task of getting really good grades in the 3 courses I'm currently taking. Ah, the joys of being ADD.

It's time for bed.

It's way past my bedtime so this post will be short. I'll blog more tomorrow after I've finished writing my SOC presentation and talked to Laz. I'm fairly happy with what I've got so far for my pres. D even thinks parts of it sound like something Stewart McLean would write for the Vinyl Cafe. I might even include some excerpts here when I'm done with it tomorrow.

A confession from a control freak and other ramblings

Why is it that once I get something the way I want it, I can't just be happy? Am I going to fight myself my entire life? I'm not talking about life altering events here but they seem to be all consuming at the time. Is the world going to end if the dishes aren't done when I want them done or the garbage isn't emptied as soon as it's full - No - but I make myself crazy thinking that it will. I really need to become more like my aunt who is Buddhist and has a better life than I ever will. I am certainly not going to be at peace with muchof anything in life until I'm at peace with myself. It sounds so easy...if it only were so easy.

On a completely different subject...

I have a meeting to attend this coming week in which myself and a fellow user as "acting reps" expect to receive the brunt of the negative feedback over some gate vandalism that has taken place in the backcountry. From previous encounters, it has been gang up on the newcomer or the most visible minority in order to deflect responsibility or something worse.

I hope to help those who would point fingers at us realize that they are simply creating more conflict at the expense of their cause and ours. We have a common adversary – STUPIDITY. I'm getting a little fed up with being labeled a "bad guy" for no reason other than I drive a truck off-road. What they are attempting to do is no different than any other form of discrimination. Being anti-truck is no different than being anti-black, anti-gay or anti-Semitic; it is still just discrimination solely on the basis of a specific trait or characteristic. Just as they know not to generalize that all teenagers are bad they should also know not to paint us all with the same brush.

Now that I have had my little rant I'll attempt to make what I've said palatable and politically correct for a less than ideal audience. Mind you, if the audience was ideal, then I wouldn't need to say anything because they'd have the same view as me...so in fact I'm better off with the audience I'll have for the meeting because I have a chance at changing a few minds. Very interesting.

So... should I wear a skirt just to throw the finger-pointers off just that much more? It isn't something I would normally wear but if it would help push things off balance just enough for them to at least listen to what I have to say, it might just be worth the hassle of shaving and putting on pantyhose.

It better not be -30 that day or I'll be in true fighting form. Don't mess with a woman who has braved bare legs on a day like that... you are just asking for it. You know it has been a while since I've needed my "scorching stare". I'm sure it still works, it just might work more like wall of fire than a targeted flame.