2007-12-17 - 8:42 p.m.
In which I should really be bed but still desperately need to study

My usual finals week nightmares have been different this year. I woke up screaming once last night and another time I did the stereotypical Hollywood "gasp really loud and jerk straight up in bed" reaction.

I don't remember what made me gasp, though I was all kinds of freaked from whatever it was. The scream was because I dreamed that I went out onto the back porch (or veranda, as my mom calls it) at home to find a spider web worthy of Shelob. There was, honest to goodness, a FUCKING RABBIT caught in it! So I'm freaking out, looking around for this giant fricking spider and all of a sudden this fat cobra is threatening me in the grass. It strikes at me once and I jump backwards, barely dodging it. I barely have time to get my feet under me when it strikes again. I don't have my footing when it jumps and so I can't get out of the way. It bites me on the foot, leaving two perfect, bloody fang holes, and I am starting to wake up even as I start screaming.

My fellow bunkmates were not happy with me last night.

Back in the real world, there's nothing quite like cramming for an ed psych final and reading about intrinsic motivation. And the example girl has my name!

My intrinsic motivation died. College killed it.

I spent eight hours cooped up in a room next to a smelly guy learning about substitute teaching today. There is not eight hours of material on being a sub. God.

Then I went and immediately spent two and a half hours taking my Methods final.

Now I am sorta studying for my ed psych final that's at 8 tomorrow morning.

Uggggghhhhhh. My brain died six hours ago!

I have a lunch date with that stupid boy tomorrow. I want to see him, but I hate lunch dates. I don't feel very makey outy at noon. It needs to be dark. For me. To feel. Make-y. Out-y.