I DID finish my very last paper ever (well, as far as we know), only that was at about…er…7-ish yesterday morning?
Yeah, after that I stayed up and waited until around 12:30 when we left to take me to the university so I could drop off my paper and my poetry portfolio AND my CD with my internship presentation on it…took me a looong time to get the computer to do my bidding and burn the data to the CD…it works so much more smoothly with music CDs…ugh.
Then I came home and almost immediately went to my room and went to sleep. That was at…about 2:30 yesterday afternoon. And I slept until just a few minutes before 11, and was so tired that I woke up in the same position I’d fallen asleep in. That almost never happens. I was soooo tired…
I had a bizarre dream, too.
In a dream I had a few weeks ago, there was this weird blonde girl in a blue dress, and I THINK that we/I/whoever was supposed to rescue her from something, but we/I/whoever didn’t do it and she died and turned into this evil spirit who was going to get revenge on me/us for not saving her.
Yeah. Same dream I had this afternoon/evening, except that I can remember who was supposed to be rescuing the girl this time. I guess I was supposed to do the rescuing—aren’t most people the “hero” rather than the “sidekick” in their dreams?—and apparently I had my theatre professor and Voltaire along to assist me.
Could I possibly have had a more nonsensical rescue-the-scary-girl team? Possibly…but I’d be hard-pressed to think of a more unlikely combination of companions.
Either way, we failed again and the girl died and now she wants to come after us for not saving her AGAIN. Creeps me out just a little bit…
…almost 26% of my iTunes library is metal. I moved all of it into a single playlist, and there are 634 songs. That’s a hecka lot of metal. It would take me a little over a day and a half to listen to all of it.
That’s a lot.
Oh…and you know what really irks me? (yes, there are many possible answers, I know)
LEAVING ALL THE GROUND-FLOOR WINDOWS OPEN!!!
RAWRRRRRRRGH! *angriest face*
I get that my dad doesn’t want us to turn the AC on. Whatever. Just STOP GOING TO BED AND LEAVING ME TO CLOSE ALL THOSE DAMN WINDOWS!!!
There were seven open windows tonight. Seven! He’s practically inviting people to break in. Please, come inside and collect whatever you like—I’m sure you’ll enjoy using or selling it off. And, by the way, we have three lovely daughters that I’m sure you’d like to meet. Please, go right ahead…
Is it too much to ask that we just CLOSE the windows as night so that:
- bugs aren’t flying around my computer screen.
- I won’t worry about my throat being cut while I slee—oh, WAIT, I’m AWAKE! Can we just close the windows so that I don’t hear outside noises and get paranoid and carry the butcher knife around the house with me until I realize that I’m hearing things OUTSIDE and not in the house???
Yes. I went and shut all of the windows.
“A figure rose from the churning ground in the manner of the demon king in a pantomime, but if this one was ever in a pantomime, it was one where no one walked out alive and they had to get a priest to burn the place down afterwards.”
Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett,