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omgggg, I'm so effing tired.
I went to sleep at ten, woke up at around 1. Tossed and turned for a hour. Gave up on trying to sleep, wrote the opening to my Gaussian Elimination paper, and then went back to bed at around 3. Didn't get to sleep until maybe 3:30.
So yeah. I feel like shit right now. Not necessarily because I didn't get enough sleep, but I guess I was interrupted in my REM sleep? That's what I learned in Anatomy. :P
But I had a dream!
I was at the mall, alone, and it was closed. I was in the candy store. I was stealing. When I came out, there were people already, so it was just opening. I'm just walking around, planning on going home already, when a lady comes up and wordlessly sticks out a hand. I give my bags of candy to her.
It was then, after she walked away, that I started to panic. It was nighttime again. I kept thinking about my family, and how they'd give me hell for going missing.
So I run out, and behind a bus, there's a taxi. "Taxi! Macheche?" I ask. The guy answers, "Yeah."
I go in, and the taxi's bigger, with three rows. In the first two rows are five guys --- and it's a band, an Irish band, which the driver belongs to.
So I ask them how much it'd cost. Eighteen dollars. I cough it up.
They then drive me to a restaurant. And they get out to eat, even though I'm panicking.
But when I get out, my family's there. They weren't angry, even though I thought they would be, seeing I was in a car with five adult males.
But yeah.
That's it.
Now. School.
*wishes she could go back to sleep*
I went to sleep at ten, woke up at around 1. Tossed and turned for a hour. Gave up on trying to sleep, wrote the opening to my Gaussian Elimination paper, and then went back to bed at around 3. Didn't get to sleep until maybe 3:30.
So yeah. I feel like shit right now. Not necessarily because I didn't get enough sleep, but I guess I was interrupted in my REM sleep? That's what I learned in Anatomy. :P
But I had a dream!
I was at the mall, alone, and it was closed. I was in the candy store. I was stealing. When I came out, there were people already, so it was just opening. I'm just walking around, planning on going home already, when a lady comes up and wordlessly sticks out a hand. I give my bags of candy to her.
It was then, after she walked away, that I started to panic. It was nighttime again. I kept thinking about my family, and how they'd give me hell for going missing.
So I run out, and behind a bus, there's a taxi. "Taxi! Macheche?" I ask. The guy answers, "Yeah."
I go in, and the taxi's bigger, with three rows. In the first two rows are five guys --- and it's a band, an Irish band, which the driver belongs to.
So I ask them how much it'd cost. Eighteen dollars. I cough it up.
They then drive me to a restaurant. And they get out to eat, even though I'm panicking.
But when I get out, my family's there. They weren't angry, even though I thought they would be, seeing I was in a car with five adult males.
But yeah.
That's it.
Now. School.
*wishes she could go back to sleep*