Kinda sorta a real update?
In payment for letting me spend 3 consecutive nights on its premise, the library took my voice. I feel like it was a fair enough trade. And after some sleep and a shower, my voice found its way back home. So all is good in the life of Anna. By the third night, my mind was a little out of it. Kim came to visit, and we chased each other around the library. And we looked at old National Geographics and talked about life and made up songs. We plan on shooting a musical in the library. How sweet would that be?
So, in addition to making me hallucinate, caffeine makes me paranoid. Kim was eating Skittles and was trying to throw them into my mouth, but just before they reached my mouth I would cover my face with my hands because my mind must've concluded that she was trying to pelt me with Skittles. Every time. She would throw one, at the last second, I would get scared and hide. Man, remind me not to drink caffeine. So we decided to make a Skittles sacrifice to the library gods. Hehehe, the Skittles are still sitting strategically in the periodical section on the 2nd floor. Kudos if you find them. But don't eat them unless you desire...certain DEATH!
I was just about to say that I dreamed about killing chickens the other night, but then I realized that I didn't sleep and could not possibly have dreamed about chickens. So where did this dream come from? I have no idea. I tried thinking back to when I might've dozed off. But I couldn't think of anything. I think I must've been transported to another time dimension for a while, rampaged a chicken farm, and have been dropped back off at UR. On the way to class that morning I noticed a pile of mangled feathers. I was slightly disturbed.
String orchestra had its winter concert a few nights ago. It was too bad that it was on that night, cause I had only gotten 20 minutes of sleep the night before, so my playing abilities were not up to par. And I had to lead the di ripieno section for the seconds in the Corelli Christmas concerto rather unexpectedly. But I think it turned out nicely. Man, Tchaickovsky is so fun to play.
So, now I've finished two of my finals. Organic was the first, and now it's over, so everything else seems so much less stressful in comparison.
I'm going home on Sunday!!! Wow, that's like. soon.