I had to read an entire book for my anthro class, and despite having read from the time I was fully awake yesterday to the time I was asleep I still didn't get finished until this morning. I took the quiz and it wasn't that bad. I feel like I did ok-ish, but this isn't what stressed me out so much...
So I'm laying down with Jonathan and the conversation is as follows:
Jonathan: Did you finish that book?
Me: No, I'm going to speed read it in the morning.
Jonathan: Don't you have a paper due?
Me: ...no...
Jonathan: ...Psych?...
Me: OH FUCK!!!! [covers face] I think I'm gonna cry. Oh my God I'm actually crying about this right now...
I can not begin to tell you how stressed and freaked out I automatically became. It was not cool. I pretty much stayed stressed, shaky, and teary eyed until Jonathan was asleep and I felt it would be safe to self-medicate with cough syrup. I want to sleep and stayed that way all night, but I had freaky dreams. As in Lyon College became a church and Jonathan was there with all these women in big poofy dresses because they were all gonna dance to Christmas music and Jonathan wanted me to stay but I couldn't and people got mad at me when I was trying to leave because I was stepping on dresses but I had to get this flash drive to Mr. Roddy who happens to be a vice principle at my high school because if I didn't he was gonna lose his job. And yes, that all had to be one sentence.
Anywho, I managed to finish the book, take the quiz, and write the paper for psych. I did have to skip my theatre class though :/ Oh well, I feel ok right now.
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