Cardboard and other weird things
Review sessions yesterday and today for finals - one involved pizza, but required 2 hours of sitting in a dark, cold auditorium. The other involved one hour in a small, hot, cramped room that twice the number of people that could fit comfortably in the chairs showed up, which meant that I spent that time trying not to freak out about how it would be really hard to get out if I wanted to leave. Feelings of claustrophobia = definitely not fun. And it's weird because that's the second time that's happened to me in the past couple of weeks. When I went out to dinner with David, Steven and Steven's parents I was sitting at the table in this restaurant and it was dark, and I was sitting next to a wall on the inside of the table and with the people sitting at the table behind us I couldn't even move my chair, never mind get out if I wanted to. I just felt really trapped, it was weird.
Also weird, I've always had really vivid dreams so I'm kind of used to that. I wake up in the morning and for a while I can't separate reality from what I dreamed and I'm legitimately confused as to why I'm not somewhere else, or why someone isn't there with me, or why I'm in a bed. So I dreamed last night that I had a baby, which is REALLY weird, because I can remember being pregnant and what it felt like and having a baby and what it felt like and that's just awkward cuz how the hell would I know what that felt like? Anyway, I was really excited about my son and I named him Michael Gabriel, which ok, kind of makes sense because in the future I want to name a kid Gabriel. But where the hell did Michael come from? And there was no father in the dream. And anyway, when I woke up I was really really sad that I couldn't find my son and that I didn't actually have one. It was a very strange feeling of loss, and I was more tired than when I went to bed. I have no idea where that dream came from or what it means or anything. It doesn't make the least bit of sense.
Anyway, then I decided to carry a box of stuff to the post office to mail home. The box wasn't heavy ... it just got really heavy after carrying it like 3 blocks, and then it was expensive to mail. So my arms are like falling off, and I decide to walk across campus to pick up boxes for storage! Yes, I decide to go all the way across campus to the furthest point from where I live to pick up large, flattened cardboard boxes on a windy day that are awkward to carry anyway, and bring them back to my room ... depite the fact that the people will be distributing them like 50 feet away from my dorm on Thursday. Right. Go me. Because did I mention that, with the Spirit Card (basically season tickets to the football games), you get a free yearbook? So on my way back to the dorm carrying the awkward cardboard I pass the yearbook people and decide Well I'm here I may as well get mine! So then I got to carry the awkward cardboard and the heavy yearbook all the way back to my room ... after having carried the crazy box to the post office! It was brilliant. And by brilliant I mean not at all smart.
However, when I got back I changed into a bathing suit and brought my laptop outside to work on my studyguide in the sun with Jessica. That's twice we've done that this week and it feels so good. I think that's how work was intended to be done: laying outside in the sun with a slight breeze. Finished that study guide, but of course that final's not til the 10th. My roommate smells like a sticky orange mixed with honey or something - just thought I'd share since I just got inundated with the scent and it makes me somewhat ill. Also, she got really drunk the other night, came back at 2 (which was fine, I was up and hanging out with Colleen and Philiana) and then left again down the hall. Apparently she left the key in our room, and when I went to bed at 4, she wasn't here and her key wasn't on her desk so I was like Ok, and shut the door. 4:30am she wakes me up banging on the door CARO CARO LET ME IN PLEASE CARO LET ME IN CARO CARO CARO CARO. I was PISSED. Especially since she didn't say thank you, didn't apologize for forgetting her key, and instead sat on her fucking bed and typed - no BANGED - on her keyboard while eating gushers really loudly for the next HOUR so that I didn't actually fall asleep until 5:30am. I cannot fucking wait til I am rid of her forever. She gets on every nerve that I have, and then some.
Anyway, back to the sun. It's wonderful, it's beautiful, it's brilliant, it's warm and relaxing and just plain marvelous.
Went for Indian food and then ice cream last night with the roommates for next year =D It was spicy and delicious and left our lips numb, which was great since we then ate ice ceam, haha. We met with Ken and got forms and a copy of the lease, which we will meet to sign next Monday. Took pics of the apartment - http://pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/swissmss24/my_photos in the album "Our House (in the Middle of Our Street)". They're dark, but that's because there was so much natural sunlight the flash wasn't compensating and yeah... basically the interior has light blue carpeting and the walls are white. The hall carpet is like dark red and blue stripey or something. Not as hideous as that sounds, though. But we're excited!!!
Realized how much I'll miss Natalia next year, since we're basically the same person. That's gonna suck... I'll have to be visiting Canada on a regular basis.
Maybe I should study or pack boxes...
That's basically day tomorrow, anyway!
Also weird, I've always had really vivid dreams so I'm kind of used to that. I wake up in the morning and for a while I can't separate reality from what I dreamed and I'm legitimately confused as to why I'm not somewhere else, or why someone isn't there with me, or why I'm in a bed. So I dreamed last night that I had a baby, which is REALLY weird, because I can remember being pregnant and what it felt like and having a baby and what it felt like and that's just awkward cuz how the hell would I know what that felt like? Anyway, I was really excited about my son and I named him Michael Gabriel, which ok, kind of makes sense because in the future I want to name a kid Gabriel. But where the hell did Michael come from? And there was no father in the dream. And anyway, when I woke up I was really really sad that I couldn't find my son and that I didn't actually have one. It was a very strange feeling of loss, and I was more tired than when I went to bed. I have no idea where that dream came from or what it means or anything. It doesn't make the least bit of sense.
Anyway, then I decided to carry a box of stuff to the post office to mail home. The box wasn't heavy ... it just got really heavy after carrying it like 3 blocks, and then it was expensive to mail. So my arms are like falling off, and I decide to walk across campus to pick up boxes for storage! Yes, I decide to go all the way across campus to the furthest point from where I live to pick up large, flattened cardboard boxes on a windy day that are awkward to carry anyway, and bring them back to my room ... depite the fact that the people will be distributing them like 50 feet away from my dorm on Thursday. Right. Go me. Because did I mention that, with the Spirit Card (basically season tickets to the football games), you get a free yearbook? So on my way back to the dorm carrying the awkward cardboard I pass the yearbook people and decide Well I'm here I may as well get mine! So then I got to carry the awkward cardboard and the heavy yearbook all the way back to my room ... after having carried the crazy box to the post office! It was brilliant. And by brilliant I mean not at all smart.
However, when I got back I changed into a bathing suit and brought my laptop outside to work on my studyguide in the sun with Jessica. That's twice we've done that this week and it feels so good. I think that's how work was intended to be done: laying outside in the sun with a slight breeze. Finished that study guide, but of course that final's not til the 10th. My roommate smells like a sticky orange mixed with honey or something - just thought I'd share since I just got inundated with the scent and it makes me somewhat ill. Also, she got really drunk the other night, came back at 2 (which was fine, I was up and hanging out with Colleen and Philiana) and then left again down the hall. Apparently she left the key in our room, and when I went to bed at 4, she wasn't here and her key wasn't on her desk so I was like Ok, and shut the door. 4:30am she wakes me up banging on the door CARO CARO LET ME IN PLEASE CARO LET ME IN CARO CARO CARO CARO. I was PISSED. Especially since she didn't say thank you, didn't apologize for forgetting her key, and instead sat on her fucking bed and typed - no BANGED - on her keyboard while eating gushers really loudly for the next HOUR so that I didn't actually fall asleep until 5:30am. I cannot fucking wait til I am rid of her forever. She gets on every nerve that I have, and then some.
Anyway, back to the sun. It's wonderful, it's beautiful, it's brilliant, it's warm and relaxing and just plain marvelous.
Went for Indian food and then ice cream last night with the roommates for next year =D It was spicy and delicious and left our lips numb, which was great since we then ate ice ceam, haha. We met with Ken and got forms and a copy of the lease, which we will meet to sign next Monday. Took pics of the apartment - http://pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/swissmss24/my_photos in the album "Our House (in the Middle of Our Street)". They're dark, but that's because there was so much natural sunlight the flash wasn't compensating and yeah... basically the interior has light blue carpeting and the walls are white. The hall carpet is like dark red and blue stripey or something. Not as hideous as that sounds, though. But we're excited!!!
Realized how much I'll miss Natalia next year, since we're basically the same person. That's gonna suck... I'll have to be visiting Canada on a regular basis.
Maybe I should study or pack boxes...
That's basically day tomorrow, anyway!