"Old News": The Five Year Plan

First: New News: Exam Schedual got posted.

1. Forensic Psych - April 12
2. Computers - April 20
3. Shakespeare - April 21

So, that kinda sucks. Classes end on/about April 6th, which means I'm here for a week before my first exam, and have a week between my last 2. Oh, well, at least everyone's here with me this time. :) And, I can keep working until I go home and... Start working. And, I'll be home before my birthday! Cool.

Today, I got nothing accomplished. Though, I got my Shakespeare test back: 82%!! WOO! And I spent 5.5 hours in the Caf playing Magic the Gathering. Todd would be proud.

Now, on to "Old News"

The Five year plan/Introspective Riffraff
So, I did get flowers and candy. From my parents. Well, it's better than nothing.

Moving on…

It's Tuesday, and as yet, I've gotten all of nothing done. Little bit of studying, little bit of reading, but nothing substantial. And certainly not enough to get me where I'm supposed to be for this week. Tomorrow is my busy day: I have to drive mom to work, come home, go to my doctor's appointment, come home, drive Ash to work, hang around town for an hour, come home with mom, go get Ash from work and come home. Then, I guess, we're going for dessert at Nan's. Yeah. Oh, well. I'm just glad to be at home where I don't have to deal with real people.
Parental prodding has resurrected that pesky feeling of "what's next?" and "what's my 5 year plan?" I had one, at one point… It died when I realized what I should have been doing all along… Other people have them: Ana's going to be in school, Sarah's going to be in school, then going to Japan, Todd's teaching in Timmins, then overseas, then in BC (or something like that), Dave's going to live in a box behind the Lucky 13 (so says my dad…) and I’m ____. Going to school, getting my undergrad, then… Ok, so I have 1 year planned, 4 to go. Whatever. I shouldn't care. I worry too much, and I have too much to focus on right now: future planning should be a luxury, not a necessity.

It's all Valentine's fault. Too many lovey-dovey people in the vicinity, activating the maternal instinct and the desire to settle down… Bull-pucky, all of it. I never needed a significant other to make me feel worthy until high school. That first boyfriend: that's what does it. Killed it for everyone, he did. Have one, and you want more. Kinda like a chip, or a cookie, or an ice cold gin and tonic. God, I need a drink.