Exams. The airport. My soap. Sleep.
Feb. 21st, 2004 03:47 amIt's been a weird day.
I woke up over 25 hours ago, after sleeping for a mere two and a half. I studied. I learned stuff. (Some stuff that was apparently wrong, according to the lovely
shiningmoon, but it didn't matter, 'cause that wasn't on the exam. Hee.)
I got to school, and reviewed my notes on my laptop for about 20 minutes, and it's a damn good thing I reviewed what atavism is, because there was a short-answer question about it on the exam.
Social Deviance was, as I expected, the easier of the two. I did not do well on the Quebec Society exam. I don't think I failed, but I really, really didn't ace it or nail it in any way, shape or form. Grr. My hand was so dead after all that writing, too. Bleh.
I checked my messages before I left school, and my brother had called, so I called him back and we chatted for a bit. I said I was going to go home and sleep. He said he was going to the airport to pick up our dad.
Rather than wait for the bus, I wound up hanging with the bro at the airport, waiting for our dad. Actually, the flight was half an hour delayed, so we hung out at the gas station, eating chips that we'd bought and listening to music by The Colouring Season that has entirely ripped off Weezer and Wilco and others. It's amusing.
We finally got dad and I got dropped off, and my soap was still on, so I watched it, only to discover that ( All My Children spoiler, like anyone cares ) and now I don't know where my shippy storyline is going to go.
I crashed just after two and slept all the way to 8:15 at night, although I had a really fucked up dream that involved Tru Calling and Eliza Dushku, and in the dream, I was in bed, on my right side, with my right hand sort of on my left shoulder. And I heard a gun cocking. And it was Eliza, aiming a frickin' shotgun at me! (Doubtlessly, this is because I had misled her in order to gain her trust, somehow. Much like she does as Tru on the show.) And I woke up after realizing she was actually going to shoot me. But as I woke up in the dark, disoriented, I was absolutely panicked that there was actually someone in my bedroom, pointing a gun at me, and I was in the exact same position I'd been in, in the dream.
Very odd way to wake up.
Naturally, I'm wide awake now, at nearly four, and I have familial obligations tomorrow. Seems one of my Toronto cousins is in town with some of her friends. Technically, she's my first cousin, twice removed. I think. Her grandmother is my dad's first cousin. She's 18 (yes, my dad's cousin married young), and she's a cutie. My brother wants to take her out to a good club tomorrow night or something, because he was horrified that she was going to some crappy club tonight. So, not sure what's going on tomorrow, but it's something familial, at any rate, and I should get free food out of it. ;)
I woke up over 25 hours ago, after sleeping for a mere two and a half. I studied. I learned stuff. (Some stuff that was apparently wrong, according to the lovely
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I got to school, and reviewed my notes on my laptop for about 20 minutes, and it's a damn good thing I reviewed what atavism is, because there was a short-answer question about it on the exam.
Social Deviance was, as I expected, the easier of the two. I did not do well on the Quebec Society exam. I don't think I failed, but I really, really didn't ace it or nail it in any way, shape or form. Grr. My hand was so dead after all that writing, too. Bleh.
I checked my messages before I left school, and my brother had called, so I called him back and we chatted for a bit. I said I was going to go home and sleep. He said he was going to the airport to pick up our dad.
Rather than wait for the bus, I wound up hanging with the bro at the airport, waiting for our dad. Actually, the flight was half an hour delayed, so we hung out at the gas station, eating chips that we'd bought and listening to music by The Colouring Season that has entirely ripped off Weezer and Wilco and others. It's amusing.
We finally got dad and I got dropped off, and my soap was still on, so I watched it, only to discover that ( All My Children spoiler, like anyone cares ) and now I don't know where my shippy storyline is going to go.
I crashed just after two and slept all the way to 8:15 at night, although I had a really fucked up dream that involved Tru Calling and Eliza Dushku, and in the dream, I was in bed, on my right side, with my right hand sort of on my left shoulder. And I heard a gun cocking. And it was Eliza, aiming a frickin' shotgun at me! (Doubtlessly, this is because I had misled her in order to gain her trust, somehow. Much like she does as Tru on the show.) And I woke up after realizing she was actually going to shoot me. But as I woke up in the dark, disoriented, I was absolutely panicked that there was actually someone in my bedroom, pointing a gun at me, and I was in the exact same position I'd been in, in the dream.
Very odd way to wake up.
Naturally, I'm wide awake now, at nearly four, and I have familial obligations tomorrow. Seems one of my Toronto cousins is in town with some of her friends. Technically, she's my first cousin, twice removed. I think. Her grandmother is my dad's first cousin. She's 18 (yes, my dad's cousin married young), and she's a cutie. My brother wants to take her out to a good club tomorrow night or something, because he was horrified that she was going to some crappy club tonight. So, not sure what's going on tomorrow, but it's something familial, at any rate, and I should get free food out of it. ;)