I protest this!

I'm so tired, and have so much to read...and this day never ends. I was so relieved when my spanish section got out, and then I realized that I have a meeting potentially at 530 for E3. ARG! Augh, and two tests on monday, one on wednesday, and one on friday to study for. EEEEEK.

One study group on saturday, one to plan for sunday. I just hope I survive all this malarky.

Added on that, today was "final day of class" day...and I had to fill out all those stupid professor reviews. I hate filling in bubbles. Granted, they're probably useful feedback for the people that have to teach the classes, but they are just a pain to fill out. Plus, it's hard to write very fast with the stupid little pencils that they hand out to fill in the survey things. Bleah, bleah, and bleah.

I want to read and sleep. And my phone has died, so I can't call anyone to see if there actually IS a meeting...and the internet is on the blink again at home, so I'm sorta in limbo-ville. Welcome to the insanity that is my life. Meh.

Is there some sort of "no bullshit" cosmic agency that I can complain to for life being so busy? Because I have a complaint. BIG time.

What Dreams may come....are fucked up!

Had the most bizarre dream last night (really vivid, for a change, so I remembered it). I dreamed that I was watching this infomercial/program on spying devices, and that for some reason my dad/this guy was talking about a device that looked like a really evil underwater spider (at one point the guy kept switching out timing clogs because they weren't making the right ticking noise, since one of the cogs was nazi made back in wwII and said "no good, that one's Nazi made"--the cogs were round, with notches in the edges, and an inner notched circle that ran the thing, like my sewing machine cogs). But basically, the spider would go and "sniff out" factories to destroy/disrupt by smell (some sort of clockwork mechanism?) and go through underwater vents to do so...and they could dispatch them in sheer numbers to overthrow any security system (image of a floor full of the flopping twitching things)....What was bizarre about it was that somehow the ticking cog things made the damn Spy-ders semi intelligent somehow....WTF?!! Fucking bizarre. That'll teach me not to do wierd stuff like go on a critical mass, shower, read and then go to bed. Maybe all the exercise warped my brain.

hmmmm. Or maybe it was the hot coco I had at about nine yesterday. Or all the food I had in my stomach. hmmmm.

Either way, just a freakin' bizarre experience.