No more action for me, please!

I usually consider my life quite docile and uneventful in a very positive way. On a day to day basis there isn't much to throw me off or get my head spinning. It's pretty much study, work, sleep, eat, talk, you know, routine. And I don't mind. Especially considering the alternative. Like sunday with the Bucket. That's too much action. I don't like worries. And I have enough of them already: pretty soon I'll have my bachelor degree done (in May), and before that I need to find a job so that we can actually put food on our family (litterally, the piggies sometimes get hit by veggies on their noggins because they always run to where the food is pouring down). And when a job is sorted out, we would very much like to get an appartment of our own. But where? Depends on where I can get a job and what KIND of job, and do I want a full time job or a part time job so that I can get started on my book project, and does Love perhaps want a different job and am I going to get acidentally knocked up because I can't use hormonal birth control and is the world even going to last until next summer, with the ice caps melting and all?

Oh yeah... That's why I like my docile, conformist life. Because when I start worrying, I really DO worry. I like it safe, with the occasional planned freak out.
The Poshmobile scaring the crap out of us? Not cool.
Having to wait until at least friday to get her fixed because the part has to be ordered, and thus being car-less for the rest of the week? NOT cool.
Building on fire in the town centre, and the main road through town shut down, making me 20 minutes late for school because the bus took ages to get there? Not very cool either. Thank goodness I decided to walk INTO town today, or I wouldn't have gotten there at all. I have to change busses to get to school, and it was that second bus that was 50 minutes delayed. But if the weather is nice and I'm feeling for a little walk, I sometimes tag along with Love into town, and catching that second bus there.

Which brings me to one of my yearly rituals which I enjoy immensely, in my ordinary, sleepy life: The First Spring Ice Cream!
Even though the town was shrouded in smoke this morning, the day developed into a sunny, relatively warm day, and that means one thing: outdoor ice cream.
So what if this year's ice cream had a hint of smoky aroma lingering in the air, it was perfect! Very very lovely, and one of my better FSICs, I must say.
In fact, it cheered me up so much I ran to the florist and got a bouquet of cherry tree branches and 20 short stemmed red roses for Love, hurried home and hauled out my easter bunnies. I even took down the christmas star light curtain from the kitchen!

Then I phoned my Oma (german grandmother)... and action set in again! *deep breath*
I hadn't even asked about the weather when the door bell rang over there. She told me they weren't expecting anyone, so she had no idea who it was (she doesn't walk well, and has to wait for my Opa to open the door).
Shortly after she starts bawling like a baby and it turns out it's her youngest brother (err... he's not very young any more, I'd say about 75) with whom she hasn't spoken in at least 15 years! She says she can't talk right now and hangs up, and I'm left totally bewildered. Not to mention worried that something was wrong.
Well, I found out later, though mum, that Oma's brother had just gotten on the bus today to see them, out of the blue. I always thought he lived miiiiiles away, but actually he lives only a short drive from them. Apparently there's been a sort of family feud way back 50 years ago and what do I know. What I didn't know was that mum has two more uncles, in addition to the one who turned up at Oma's house today, who suddenly realized that life is too short to hold grudges.
So that was quite an eventfull day on my behalf. Discovered two new relatives, saw a fire, had an ice cream... No wonder I'm tired. Now I'll just smell those roses and go to bed.

Oh... just one thing. I'm trying to cut back on the caffeine. Ow man, my head hurts. Coffee = evil. It's not even that yummy. Or, it is, but I don't know why because it really isn't.
But tomorrow? Dull day for me please. And no cooties.