Domestic Geek

Current mood: excited
So, not trying to get myself too excited about my Tennessee trip, but things are looking good.

The bad part about this trip was that neither Marcus' nor my car was going to survive the trip. He was going to have to pay for a rental and was looking at compacts to get us there cheap. Wasn't really looking forward to 2200+ miles round trip in a tiny car. Also, Marcus was saying that there probably wouldn't be a lot of time for off the path exploring like I like to do. Plus the new module at school starts next week and I didn't want to miss even more classes. I was seriously contemplating not going.

It turns out that I only have one class the next ten weeks (one night - Wed), so I spoke with that teacher and she doesn't think me missing the first class will be that big of a deal. Also, with the way my back feels and as much as I absolutely HATE my manager right now, a week off of work will be great. It's going to be a strain financially (I'll be on a major eBay selling spree when I get back), but WTH, I need a break!

Anyway, Marcus calls two nights ago with what I thought would be bad news regarding the trip as deduced from the tone of his voice. His work needs someone Monday/Tuesday at the St. Louis store and since he's going to be close to the area, he offered to go. In return, they'd pay for our rental car and three night's hotel stay (and not a Motel 6, even) in St. Louis. That's awesome! I've never been to St. Louis and even if I can't find anywhere cool to go, two whole days of rest and relaxation! I'll only need to take one more day off from work than I originally intended. Big deal, just more work for asshole manager to do. *maniacal giggle*

So, any suggestions on things I must see in St. Louis?

Current mood: puzzled
So, I had an interesting realization as I was showering. It seems that every year that ends in a 4 is a really sucky year for me. This year has totally sucked ass. 1994 was the year Marcus and I moved to Colorado Springs and were really poor, my car got repo'd (that's OK as it was broken anyway), I had to sell my plasma to eat, I broke my saxophone and that was the last time I played, etc. 1984 was the year my grandmother died, I got mono and missed six weeks of school and all-state band tryouts. Weird, huh? I can't remember major things that happened in 1974, so Dad (I know you're reading this), help me out. What happened to us in '74? Years that end in 9 seem to be the next worst. So, basically, every year at five year intervals has major suckiness in it. Does that happen to anyone else?