If it ain't one thing. .. .it's probably something else?

Well, Monday was yucky, in the sense that I stayed up till 4AM working on my APA lab report for Neuroscience. I took at 3 hour nap, which was suprisingly refreshing as I woke up wondering what was going on and who I was, and then realizing I'd slept and dreamt. Off to finish up some stuff at 7AM and then Neuro lab at 9:30, which involved a lab practical, and the memorization of sheep brain anatomy. I really don't care how I did though, I just wanted to be done.

So it's tuesday already by this point ;) And I had to give my 10 minute speech to several hundred people at the honors convocation. It was rough, because I couldn't get the paper to stay in the right place on the podium without planting my hands on it (aka NO gestures allowed), and the lights were bright so I could choose to look into the audience or look at my paper. But I could see Vanessa laughing at my jokes, so it was all good. Mom and Dad came up for the speech, and got to see Prudy give me praises for enthusiasm--not intelligence mind you, but I'll take it. We had a lovely lunch with Sean, Maureen and Maureen's Dad, Abbey, and Medina. One of those serendipitous times when you realize you all have alot in common, and good times are had. I forget how much I miss theatre people sometimes. Then I came home, slept for awhile, went to dinner & a WHRM meeting, and then slept from 8PM till 10AM this morning. My dreams were thoroughly bizzare, and I can't post it all here, but I'll give you a snippet:

Sam, Dave, and myself are walking along really steep roads—it’s summery/fall. The hills fall and rise steeply. I tell them about my dream that I had earlier in the dream. Dave walks away.

It’s just Sam and me, and I tell him about “Ochem” street, and how it sounds like Occham’s Razor—we say in unison “the simplest answer is typically the right one.”

So we walk a little bit more, and he says of course I’ve scared Dave away, with all that talk about my dream. I ask him why he rattles so much in his sleep. He pulls something out of his pocket. It is a chain of teeth almost 2 feet long, and there’s a ridged plate. (kindof like a plate of bone from a bleached turtle shell, or a skull. The teeth are ok, But the ridged plate bothers me. He couldn’t have gotten that one without killing someone.

“You’re too much, you’re everywhere, can’t you see?”

And I freak out. He’s going to kill me. But he’s been waiting to do it in the right way, with A PLAY that was specially designed to be read between the both of us—so scary that I’d die?

Suddenly I’m in Sam’s world. It’s an 80’s horror movie future for all of us. The houses look older and cold. . .

Now, I honestly don't think that Sam is trying to kill me, in reality. I'm not sure where that came from. But I'm pretty entertained that if he's going to kill me, it's going to be by having me read a play. Also I am entertained that Sam's world is an 80's horror movie--you know, complete with suburbs and upper middle class white folk? It was a looong dream, altogether. Long enough that for a while it felt like I'd lived it and not dreamed it.

So now it's wednesday. I'm pissed at Becker for ripping apart my physics formal lab write-up. The original got a grade of 65, and now after hours of fixing the things he said were wrong with it, I have a whopping 67.

2 fucking points?

I actually had a section go from 10 points to 5 points, after I rewrote it. I can honestly say I'm pissed. So I'm going to e-mail him about it, and hopefully at least my 10 points restored on procdure. Then I'll have a 72. wooo.

Dave is very upset today, and I'm not sure what to do about that.

Just a reminder, Angel is on at 9PM tonight. I'm watching it in the lounge. Join me please. I'm going to ask the folks there ahead of time, so perhaps its less traumatic for them.