Dreamy

The other morning I woke up from a very weird dream. In the dream one of my high school English teachers and my English professor from last semester were friends. (Ironically my 9th grade teacher is some sort of secondary ed. professor at York College, but I'd wager they've never ever crossed paths.)

The sort of Karma-ish aspect is that after noticing that it was weird to notice Mrs. H and Dr. M sitting at the same table at Borders, when they noticed (and somehow remembered) me, they started a conversation about me. 
"How did she do in your class?" 
"Well, not that great.  Fantastically well read, not really good at turning in assignments.  That was high school, though, how is she in Lit in College?"

They both sort of had a look of mutual understanding, then turned back to look at me. I'd heard the whole thing, and I could feel my face turn that tone of magenta that always takes over in real-life when I'm highly uncomfortable for whatever reason.

Well, when I woke up (in a cold sweat), I decided that though my semester so far has been pretty stellar, old habits die hard.  I have been pretty slacker-ly in my Neuro class. I'm passing, but I really don't care that much.  This sort of worries me. I was looking at the "suggested flow of classes" sheet specifically for Neuro majors, and my entire academic career has already been planned out. There is little space for doing "the college experience."  No "Underwater Basket-weaving 101" for me, and adding the Women's studies/LGBT studies double minors actually added an entire year to my life.  Mostly, because I have the inability to say no.  I shouldn't do the minors, but I ENJOY the classes. I do not enjoy neuroscience, but I think it's going to be more beneficial in the long-run.

So at any rate, here I am typing this nonsense blog instead of reviewing my Neuro notes, or revising my WS essay (again).

(sigh)

Have a fantastic rest of the week!
Shayna

i am soooo bored, why can't i sleep

Current mood:exhausted

I can't sleep.  I even tried lying in bed for three hours.  Staring at the ceiling.  Then i started to play on myspace, which is, i believe, the devil.  I am such the myspace addict. 

Yesterday i dreamed that dave and i were staying at his brother, Joe's house on some installation, while Joe moved from housing to some off-post place.  I don't know why Dave and I were roommates, but whatever.  I also had a dog and it had puppies.  One of the puppies was a Scotty.  Go figure. I so hate small dogs.  Then I did the "P" sign thing and Ervin looked, so i punched him right in the face, square in the middle.  Hollins laughed, so i punched him too. then he said good one.  Then i cried because i realized they were in my dream.  That depressed me all day today. 

I am soooo proud of my baby for graduating ALS. He's a SSgt now!  How cool is that?  I guess i really have to start working on that now.  LOL


I realized that there is some sort of freakish probability of going to both Rock am Ring and the Dining-in.  That weekend is soooo going to be awesome, but it's gonna be hell trying to stay awake for four days.  I haven't done that in a couple months.  Guess instead of taking uppers and downers, I'll just do the uppers....
  I still have to find out from Melissa why the sudden trip to Graf.

either way, i am sure it will definately be an adventure!

-g'night folks. 

PS shout out- happy birthday to Matt, and congrats, Grad!