Laughter and tears are both responses to frustration and exhaustion. I myself prefer to laugh, since there is less cleaning up to do afterward. --Kurt Vonnegut--
yesterday was the longest day i've had in a long, long time...
it didn't help that it was really two days with only two hours of shut eye in between. i had midterms yesterday... in fact, i had more midterms today... yesterday was the worst because there were two. in advertising and promotion i had a 100 question multiple choice test and then in business to business marketing i had an essay test. blech...
the thing is, i never even really meant to fall asleep tuesday night. i fell asleep studying and only woke up wednesday morning because my mom happened to call at 7:20 in the morning and wake me up... i'd hate to think what would have happened if she hadn't. since my first midterm started at 8, i had to pull it together and haul ass to school. i was still 15 minutes late... oddly enough though, i still finished first. i was really worried about this until i checked my grade later... i actually got a 93!
but the essay test... my god. i'm not even sure how i used to do these in highschool. i had two huge cups of coffee in the middle of the day because i could feel myself crashing so i was feeling a little jittery when i headed to the test. the hall was empty and i thought i was really early for class, so i walked past the room and glanced in to see if the previous class was done and my class was in there... i was actually late. i did an akward stop and spin to get in the room and i looked like an idiot who forgot where her class was. the teacher was passing out the test so i pulled out a pencil and got to work. unfortunately, my hands were literally shaking so my handwriting was terrible... i kept just skipping letters in words and occassionally leaving out the whole word. i was one of the last ones done and my hand was KILLING me when i got up to leave. i have no idea how i did but basically i'm just glad it's over.
i spent the next hour giving myself a hand massage trying to restore blood flow... luckily i'm good at these so i was able to save all my fingers. exhaustion set in around 5 so i skipped my last class of the day, came home and just crashed. i slept through a huge thunderstorm, face down with the blankets over my head (i thought that was weird but figured out later that it was probably just a sleep response to annoying, bright lightening). after a number of hours i woke up just long enough to eat a little dinner and watch lost. goooood stuff...
i was supposed to go to savannah this weekend to visit huey... and now i'm not. he's behind at work, and has a lot to do this weekend... and i have two papers due next week that i need to work on. so now i'm wondering... is this the first and last time this will happen?? or will putting off plans be our MO for the next year??
there i go, saying whatever i want again... i know it's not true, but sometimes i can't help but wonder. in fact, sometimes i can't help but think way too damn much...
