I'm REALLY into leather now. Tell Mom.

I need to write a paper for my Shakespeare class, so OF COURSE I'm writing on here instead. One of the best ways to procrastinate is by checking my email. My crazy Nana sent me an email that consisted of only the subject and a picture. The subject line read: "Your grandparents latest" along with this picture:


Yes, apparently my Nana has joined a biker gang. She's seventy-something and skis, which is quite impressive, but this just takes the cake. Let me give you a little history on my Nana. She's married (husband #4) to a very cranky man whose catch phrase is "Goddammit Iris!" I can just picture them riding on this, their golden retriever Jake (who goes everywhere with them) holding on as well with him shouting "GODDAMMIT IRIS!!!!" Okay, I'm cracking up right now, and my brother is probably asleep, so this is my outlet. Please tell me if you find this humorous in anyway.

The original point of my post (before being distracted by the craziness that is quite scarily my blood relative) was to make a bit of a to-do list for my upcoming weekend. I figure I'll check back in on Monday and see how much of it was accomplished.

At 12:30pm tomorrow I will be departing for NJ. This time one of my sisters is coming with me so I don't have to drive alone and strain my vocal chords once again. She'll be hopping on a train to NYC to see a boyf while I get my windshield replaced. And when it rains it pours, as soon as my car had a passenger another girl I once drove home forever ago has also asked for a ride. This is great because she's being very generous and giving me gas money. So first I'm stopping in NORTH NORTH NORTH Jersey (pretty much borderline NY) and I hope to get back on 287 without getting lost, because last time it took me an hour to figure out my way home (although in all fairness it was dark that time and I was still a more novice driver). The next stop is Randolph, NJ where both my dad and his friendly neighborhood mechanic reside. I'm leaving the Magmobile to have the windshield replaced so the car can pass inspection. The only problem is that Lindsey needs to get to NYC from Millburn, where my mom lives. I will be left carless in Randolph, so I guess that means I'll have to borrow one of my dad's cars.

Let's see.... while I will never complain about borrowing his BMW 5 series, he has apparently had a second midlife crisis and traded in the 1980 Porsche for a 2007 BMW Z4. I'm not sure how else this crisis will work since he can't exactly leave his wife and kids a second time. Oops, do I sound bitter? I digress, let's talk cars more. 5-speed, black exterior, red leather interior, hotness. I think my coolness factor would go up majorly if I was spotted driving that. Of course, I'll need to match the car, so I think a quick shopping trip is in store. I'll need a black leather mini skirt, cool black sunglasses, thigh high black leather boots, and hair extensions so my long flowy hair can wave in the wind. In my crazy procrastinating mood I drew a GLORIOUS picture on paint that I will let you wait til the end to see.

So... besides looking freaking awesome in my butt-kicking spy gear and car (yes I'm assuming I will get my greedy little paws on it), here are my other plans for the weekend...

• Take Lindsey to the train station, make sure to put her on correct train
  
• Reunite with my mom and kitty Gracie
• Complete assigned artwork so I have no homework to do Tuesday night
• Eat my FAVORITE pizza, Randazzo's
• Avoid shopping with my mom, but eventually give in. This means we'll look at expensive things that she'll urge me to buy with my own money. At some point I'll give in and probably buy some Marc Jacobs item that I cannot afford to add to my overstuffed closet.
  
• Do laundry
• Not fight with my brother, Ryne. Maybe bond over that crazy picture of my Nana and how crazy she is.
• Get new driver's license (kind of embarrassing story I'll post at some point)
• Get car reinspected with new windshield as early as possible so I don't wait on line FOREVER
• Steal bottled water and snacks
• Beg for spare change from my dad, will mostly likely receive a twenty
  

Oh, and did I mention the laundry? Can't forget the FREE laundry.

Also, if you know where the quote from the subject line came from I might just love you forever.

I will sing this victory song- woo hoo hoo hoo, oh yeah, woo hoo hoo hoo

I really hate when I have a million things to talk about on here and by the time I get to my computer they have all faded from my mind. I mean seriously, that's just like a cruel trick my brain has been playing on me. And as soon as I've finally posted and scraped together the best possible ideas left in my poor abused mind, the brilliant thoughts will come back. Of course, by then I'll be walking to class, or somewhere else random.

Yesterday ideas came to me as I was driving three and a half hours back to Massachusetts from New Jersey. I couldn't stop, so yes, I was that crazy person on the road attempting to jot down a note while driving. Very safe. Well I was writing against the steering wheel, and never took both hand off of it, so you could say it was the safest way to write. A police officer might not agree, but that's all in the past.

Anyways, what keeps me going while driving is music. My favorite station in the tri-state area is 95.5 PLJ. I listen to that until it starts getting unbearably fuzzy about twenty minutes down I-87, right after the first tollbooth. Right before this is when the odd moment occurred. I was listening to the new Blue October song "Let the Rain Come Down" (or something like that, I will edit this with the exact details and links when I find the appropriate free websites and html-ish stuff) and I realized it was a complete and total rip-off of that 80's song in Napoleon Dynamite. I mean TOTAL. The only thing different were the actual lyrics. It left me perplexed. The song regained some popularity after Napoleon came out, so why would they copy it when it's still fresh in everybody's minds? Perhaps their egos are that big. And after I just got over their cockroaches line in the first song.

Well this isn't a full on rant. I had started describing my drive back up to UMass. Once the station gets garbled, I don't have patience to keep looking for the local stations, which don't last too long anyways since I'm driving through the mountains. Luckily the Magmobile has a six-CD changer. Unfortunately this is in the trunk, so I have to pick out my CDs very carefully beforehand. Usually I forget to change these CDs so I need to pick music that I don't mind listening to over and over again. This week's drive was sponsored by:


The X-Y is an amazing album, but that one is not as easy to sing along with as the others. So yes, I am outing myself here on the internet, I am one of those people you drive past bopping their head up and down, using the steering wheel for percussion, singing their heart out. I've even been caught waving my hands in the air. That is me. Usually I pay no attention to the people watching me, because I'm never going to see them again- except for maybe my next jaunt through Connecticut after a weekend home. But the worst is traffic.

So if you were driving on I-84 at approximately 11:30am yesterday you might have been stuck next to me as I was belting out some Sheryl Crow. Oops! The one saving grace is that it's cold out and my windows were closed. I like to turn the music up loud enough that I can't hear my own voice, thus making me believe that I sound like Sheryl Crow or whoever else I am listening to. Common sense tells me that I possess only the ability to make dogs howl, so at least these strangers did not have to endure that while sitting in traffic yesterday. And no, I have no plans to go on American Idol.