Spring Breakin' It

Soooooooo, I was thinking about all that has to happen over this Spring Break in order for it to be deemed a productive and successful week. Here goes nothing...

1. Clean my apartment. (Clean bedroom? Check.)
2. Do my laundry. (I put it into bags to take to the laundromat today. There are nine of them.)
3. Clean my car.
4. Go through mail/pay bills/fill out forms for the bank.
5. Reserve two vans for the trip. Calculate mileage and cost.
6. Do my part for the completion of TIE--which means having everything finished as far as art files, IDEA poetry, the Our Story essays, and pics of the school.
7. Grade: IDEA writing prompts, IDEA novel projects, 9CP papers, 9CP writing prompts, 11CP novel papers.

Finishing this would be a miracle, but miracles happen everyday, right?

Rollin' Back Prices

I was told I should write something.

I have been writing for This Island Earth, so I didn't want to unveil those golden tickets before May. Hmph.

Here is a little tidbit.

Tonight, I went to Borders and Wal-Mart. Now, you must understand that I basically slept for three days straight and felt too weak to walk from one room to the other, so the desire to go to the store made me feel alive. But, once I got to Wal-Mart, I had an insatiable desire to buy everything I saw.

I almost walked out of the store with:

A hula hoop.
A game called "In a Pickle" (or something like that).
A new bedspread.
One of those giant circle things that you use to blow giant bubbles.
A Frappuccino.
Some new shampoo.
Step Up: 2
PS. I Love You.
Uncle Buck.
and a "Team Edward" purse.

(That last one was a joke, but the rest were for real.)

Instead, I walked out with a giant plastic jar of pretzel bites, some kleenex, and two boxes of envelopes for the walk-a-thon.

Self-restraint, eh?

I thought so.

PS. Borders has changed its hours of operation to try to "make it over this economic hump" as the salesperson told me. They are opening an hour later and closing an hour earlier. For some reason, that made me really sad.