2005-03-15 - 11:47 a.m.

So pickaxe in hand, I'm scaling the cliffs of my youth in some valiant, last-ditch effort to reclaim the last ticking seconds of young adult....ness?

Last night (A Monday in fact!) found me drunkingly tossing my birthday cupcakes off our roof, trying to, and at the same time, not trying to hit cars that drove by. While that sounds like some sort of metaphor about aging, its actually exactly what I was doing at 1:50am this morning.

Interestingly enough, I remember coming down off the roof and saying to the roomies "Wow. Tomorrow morning, I'm going to wake up and the first thing I'm gonna think is 'I threw cupcakes off the roof. I am a jerk.'"

And sure enough, like an actor waltzing through his part, I woke up, shook the cobwebs of a tiny hangover out of my brain and delivered the fateful line.

Dorks rejoice, your leader has arrived at last.

So anywho, Mizzou's Spring Break is right around the corner which heralds a severe lull in my workload. With no students to advertise our lovely STD prevention services to, I find myself twiddling my thumbs and reading the Fark.com website 20 times a day. Spring breaks spent in this town are reminiscient of an old western where the tumbleweed rolls by and the saloon door swings on a rusty hinge.

It's a ghost town. Keep up with me people.

So I'm busting out of character and trying to plan a vacation. That's right kids, a vacation. Tossing my 60 hour work week aside and instead setting my sites on something a little more relaxing.

But where oh where to go. Ideas keep fluttering through my brain but none of them seem weighty enough to settle. I wish I had a roadtrip companion, someone as antsy about this town as I am. Someone with the means and the desire to pack up and leave for a week. That seems to be the major problem. Friends either don't have the ability to leave (work, girlfriends, etc) or don't have the desire to journey out in to thegreatwideopen.

There's Atlanta, a week spent with my brother and my nephew, babysitting the boy who will be king during the day and then careening through pubs with my brother at night.

There's Arizona or Colorado, inhaling beautiful mountain air and sunning underneath a spotless desert sky. Catching up with old, old friends and sweating out the impurities that have worked their way under my skin.

There's always Chicago. Going home and spending a week with the parents, hitting the links with the old man. Dodging old high school friends...

Or maybe there's something else?

Hello? Can you hear me? Hello? That's all there is. That's all there is...

(Terrific Wilco tune)

Anywho, I sincerely apologize for the lack of humour, creativity, etc. that this entry is most deifnitely lacking. What can I say, they can't all be poetic gems.

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