Crazy Dreams

So I learn from the ad at the top of my LJ that the University of Farmers is releasing a series of what looks like...HORROR films? Wow. No comments there.

On the other hand, today, my friend and I were having a discussion about dreams (I was telling her about my dream dictionary fiasco Sunday night. See previous post). And crazy dreams. The other day (Thanksgiving Day to be precise), I was sitting outside Starbucks when I overheard this guy talking to his girlfriend. He was a pressure point specialist or something, because he was telling her that if you put a patch or acupuncture needle in the middle of your forehead where your third eye is, you'll have crazy dreams every night. Apparently, some people in Europe wear a patch there every night just to have crazy dreams. It's crazy, right?

My friend and I deduced one thing: we don't need patches to have crazy dreams. Stress and not enough sleep give you that. I'm not sure if it's just us, but I--for one--ENJOY having crazy dreams. I've been having a lot lately considering how finals are next week and we're getting to the end of semester. I have issues remembering some of them, especially since half the time I wake up, the same thing happens. This happens:

1. What happened to the hot assassin stalking me?
2. Why am I in a room with open binders all over the floor?
3. I glance at alarm clock.
4. It's ringing, and I've missed both alarms, the first one at 6:23 and the second one at 6:39.
5. In fact, it's 7:49 and I have 11 minutes to get to class.
6. Oh shit.

Yeah. That happened to me today. Remember that Scarlet Letter (not Scarlett) essay I was telling you about? I still haven't finished it.

I'm just so burned out. Yesterday I was just standing outside the bathroom staring at the wall when my friend tapped me on the shoulder and was like "Uh...you've been standing here staring at that wall for like...10 minutes."

I didn't even notice.

That's how tired I am. I haven't even started studying for finals yet. (Nobody has. We're all so dead.)

On the other hand, I just got 2 detentions for being late to my 1st class 4 times in a row. (You get 1 detention for the 1st three and then 1 attention for every late after that) I'm doing mine today and Friday.)

But you know what? Rather than stress out about it, I checked out The Replacement by Brenna Yovanoff from the library and I'm gonna see how far I can plow through it in 45 minutes. (Btw concerning the word "plow," British people spell it "plough" while Americans use "plow." I use both interchangeably. Juts an interesting piece of info) Yeah, I've been dying to read The Replacement. The librarian told me how ecstatic she was about it when I checked it out, although she didn't have time to read it yet.

When I discovered they had this at school last night (and to think I used to call school library catalogs stupid), I did a little happy dance. I mean, that's $16.99 I just saved from buying from Borders, man!!! Every Borders Gift Card is sacred. I also see that whoever borrowed Suzanne Collins' Catching Fire has FINALLY RETURNED IT. Now I just have to find it in the library. It's not next to The Hunger Games in the "C" shelf. I'll need the librarian's help on this one... If I can find it, and if someone returns one of the 2 Mockingjay's, then that'll be about $34 more saved.

And did I mention that yesterday morning, someone kicked over the starbucks delivered by my cheer team? They put it on my chair, and a guy (on accident and I 100% forgive him) knocked it over. It was a green tea latte. Quite interesting to see such a puddle of opaque lime green on the floor. Took the efforts of 5 people to clean up. Don't think I'll be ordering that flavor anytime soon.

Now, don't you wish that:



Maybe I'll try this job out in detention if I get tired.

Either way, I need a break from staying up till 2 a.m. studying.

And now, time to cross 2 streets to detention in Room 6. And I have no idea where it is. Or whose room it is.

BUT...I get to read The Replacement!!! :) See? Everything can be positive if you make it that way. I'm proud I didn't let myself get let down this time ;). I'm getting there.