How the fuck is that helpful?!
Stressed out. I hate starting blogs like this. I hope that one day I will be able to look back at this stuff and realize that my life is no longer stressed because of school work. I would rather have a stressful day because I am a busy and successful doctor with a husband and kids at home. Not because a professor decides to help by procrastination. (P.s. I got the lock down on that so he needs to move along)
Speaking of procrastination, I hate myself for doing it but I just can't seem to stop. So, right now, I have been up since 7:45 studying what I didn't finish before going to bed at 1:45 for an exam that is in about an hour and 20 minutes. Yes, I am the queen at putting stuff off. I have looked over everything multiple times and feel...somewhat confident I can handle 75% of what will be on the exam. Not the best odds, right?
I have a stats exam on Thursday that, of course, I haven't even thought about until, oh, Wednesday night sounds about right.
I have been having incredible strange dreams lately. The first one was about me going to graduate school in Washington DC and somehow I found out that aliens were planning on killing the president. Just killing him, not taking over Earth or destroying human kind. Just taking out the pres. (I am an Obama fan so this is not some latent pro-conservative/republican fantasy, I swear!) I went to the right authorities and of course they didn't believe me. So I went to class and when I left it was total chaos outside. A couple that I knew from a church I went to as a child passed me and screamed "You will never be saved!" I replied with "I'm cool." And then I met this amazing black man and we had the best sex I have ever dreamed about having. And then I woke up.
The second dream started with me, Justin Beiber, President Obama, and a row guide (?) in a canoe in the middle of a rice patty field in India. A giant octopus was determined to eat us and kept flipping the canoe over. Obama was very gracious and kept helping everyone else into the canoe first before he would get back in. We finally made it to solid ground alive and well. But the dream shifted then and I was at my friend Addie's house with my brother. We had to jump off of Chimney Rock to make it to her front door. Once we got in, Addie and I were laying on a mat on the floor and Jason was on the couch. He spilt a glass of milk and Addie looked at me then took off her panties and cleaned it up. Then I woke up.
I can't help but think something is wrong with me.
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