I have a headache. In fact, it sucks that I have a headache and today has sucked and sucks sucks sucks.
I woke up today at 1 and went back to nap at about 330. I had a dream that I was at some religious event and instead of sitting through it I was going to nap. The whole dream was fucked up. I met a black baby with green eyes whose parents had named it "Malcom H. Fidel" because they were so obviously progressive. And then the next thing I knew I went to get a soda and all the lights were turned off and I was basically all alone. And I was scared. I hate feeling scared in dreams. Because I'm scared enough in real life. And being scared in dreams is basically the same as being scared in real life. Ugh.
when I went to the room where the event was it was dark. It was done early and instead of everyone going back to their classrooms (where I was) they instead just went home.
sooo really I was being punished for skipping some religious thing by being scared.
anyway, the moral of the story is not to sleep as much.
I have my first exam tomorrow. Well, my first final in university. Woo! It's for history. And I hope that I do well on it. It's basically everything from WW2 until recently. With emphasis on the ColdWar. Lots. of emphasis on the cold war.
I wrote my penpal a Christmas Card. I hope that it gets there semi intime. I bet that it will. But maybe not, because he is in prison.
I need to clean my room. Last night I ate an apple in bed and tried to throw it into the garbage bin. I missed, it hit the wall and bounced back across the floor. That's gross.
also, last night Meaghan and I got high behind our residence and were stuck in some kind of typhoon or something. It was pretty stupid.
study time.
I woke up today at 1 and went back to nap at about 330. I had a dream that I was at some religious event and instead of sitting through it I was going to nap. The whole dream was fucked up. I met a black baby with green eyes whose parents had named it "Malcom H. Fidel" because they were so obviously progressive. And then the next thing I knew I went to get a soda and all the lights were turned off and I was basically all alone. And I was scared. I hate feeling scared in dreams. Because I'm scared enough in real life. And being scared in dreams is basically the same as being scared in real life. Ugh.
when I went to the room where the event was it was dark. It was done early and instead of everyone going back to their classrooms (where I was) they instead just went home.
sooo really I was being punished for skipping some religious thing by being scared.
anyway, the moral of the story is not to sleep as much.
I have my first exam tomorrow. Well, my first final in university. Woo! It's for history. And I hope that I do well on it. It's basically everything from WW2 until recently. With emphasis on the ColdWar. Lots. of emphasis on the cold war.
I wrote my penpal a Christmas Card. I hope that it gets there semi intime. I bet that it will. But maybe not, because he is in prison.
I need to clean my room. Last night I ate an apple in bed and tried to throw it into the garbage bin. I missed, it hit the wall and bounced back across the floor. That's gross.
also, last night Meaghan and I got high behind our residence and were stuck in some kind of typhoon or something. It was pretty stupid.
study time.
