Spring Break... and other rants

I must start with bitching about how cruel I think it is to give us students the shortest break of the year after the toughest and dreariest quarters of the year. Winter quarter (or semester, for non OSU students) is the quarter that madly stretches all student to the absolute brink. The weather sucks, the profs are noticably crankier because of it, students are in the winter grog, some of us packing extra lbs. because of the holidays... so when spring break finally arrives, we're so friggin' happy for the break, we don't even notice til it's over that it was only a fuckin' week long!
But, I digress... I am happy for the break, no matter how short it is. Finals are over - after completing them all in one day, I might add (and after hearing this, one of my friends promptly checked my wrists for cuts) - and I am home in T-Town visiting the 'rents. So far, it has been rather uneventful. I have spent most of my time subtly dropping hints to my Dad that I would very much enjoy being able to drive myself back to school next week, hoping that he would get a jump on repairing my poor car. Apparently, today it was a bit too cold (but I should point out that he actually took the day of from work to work on my car!), so he hopes to get out there tomorrow.
Then my sister tells me that they're forecasting rain.
Please god. My car. All I want is my car.
Anyhoodle. I have a bachelorette party to attend tomorrow night, so that should be interesting. I warned Monica that she cannot leave me alone with that crowd, so she is my indentured-date for the party. You see, they are all going to be old "friends" from high school. And when I say "friends," I say that quite purposfully because only people like Jen and Monica qualify as friends from high school (well, actually grade school, but whatever). The others are "friends". "Friends" are the ones that signed your yearbook with the same old crap like, "Stay the same, don't change for anyone," or "Stay sweet." Jen was the friend that signed the inside spine of the yearbook, "There, you will always remember me as the friend who wrote in your crack." I don't quite remember what Monica wrote, but it doesn't matter much because she's put up with my obnoxious ass since first grade. Now, those friends have staying power. We've never lost touch, and I never suspected that we would. The "friends" that I'm expecting to see tomorrow night... well, I could give two testicles whether or not I see them much before the turn of the next century. They never did anything terrible to me to make me bitter or angry, but I've figured out long ago that it isn't worth the time when they're still stuck in high school five years after graduation. MOVE ON! Keeping in touch with old friends from high school is great, it keeps you grounded, but if you haven't covered any more ground... well, I think that speaks for itself.
Ugh... the East Side... it sucks you in.