Going Back.

Day off. Not that I have any days that are “on”, I just decided to keep to myself. Socialization becomes a drag if it’s routine to the point of stupidity. We’re at our best when things just happen.

I got up this morning to register for classes. I was amused when I noticed parents tailing their kids. The procedure was hardly brain surgery. I do miss doing classes online, but eh, small sacrifices. And waving pre-requesites is incredibly easy. I’ve technically had no credits transfered. I’m non-matriculated. I just brought my transcript and everything was fine.

I really don’t expect to be at county for any longer than a year. I think by the time it comes to schedule for next spring, a lot of time will have passed. Hell. Look at the difference one year makes. Then again, years like the one that passed don’t come all that often.

Just saying. Do what’s best for know, with the knowledge that you have to plan for the future, and with the wisdom that everything can go OMGWTF and a short amount of time.

My grandpa died recently. (Mom’s dad, leaving me with only two Grandmas.) I could have made an effort to attend the funeral tomorrow, but I’m too busy dealing with life to deal with death. It’s probably not right on some account, but I just don’t care. This society is so goddamn morbid when it comes to death, and I don’t want to surround myself with it. Then again, my Grandma has a tendency to just move on simply because life takes more precedence. Day after he died, she hauled a bunch of garbage in the truck, then got groceries. Hey, it has to be done.

Or her recovery after knee surgery. She was told she’d need at least five days before she’d be out. She was out in three. But, that’s my Grandma, and she’s far more self-motivated than my Grandpa ever was. It was his own damn fault he declined. Trent could give him a lesson or two on how to treat yourself when you have diabetes. Moreover, his knees wouldn’t have gotten so bad if he didn’t weigh so much.

I digress.

Visited Melissa at Ye Olde Panera after registering for classes. It was strange being in there. Everybody smiling and saying hi to me. And Suzanne asking me to convey a message along, as if I work there. She is so odd. Sonia, Gladys, and Nelson said hi. I love hispanics. I mentioned to Mike that I heard he’s jumping ship. He said that today was his last day before being transferred to Princeton – out of Scott’s district. No more of his bullshit.

He may have been the one to ultimately fire me, but I completely respect that.

I watched Bruce Almighty while finishing off my leftover spaghetti. I haven’t seen it since I saw it in the theatre with Cliff. I know it was Cliff because we were entirely amused by the PLEASUREPLEASUREPLEASURE scene.

I picked up one or two things in my room. Which means I’ll stop having to hop over this pile of stuff to get to my dresser. Really, it’s a problem of too much clothes. If I do three loads of laundry, I’ll still have a hamper full of clothes. If I washed ALL of my clothes, I’d have nowhere to put it. I think I still have winter clothes on the bottom of my hamper. Summer clothes are easy to store. Winter clothes take up too much space. Socks litter the floor around my hamper, as that’s my method of keeping the whites separate for convenient washing.

I played FarCry for the first time in months. In a short time, I got farther than I did when I first started. Many different routes you can take. I pray a sniper rifle is available later in the game.

Tonight feels like a movie night. Not a random-movie night. Maybe a Star Trek. Maybe a Matrix. Maybe. Something to snuggle into.

I still have a block of mozzerella that I bought the other day. I have a feeling it’s going to get eaten tonight.