What is real, and just a dream...

I happen to have Tim's blog open at the moment, so that where my title comes from. Anyways...

(Don't I do that alot? And doesn't it annoy you sooooo much?)

Lets see... I am almost through the semester! W00t for me. I've got four 5+ papers left to do, three finals, and two short writing assignments still to do. I suppose that w00t doesn't mean as much now as it did a moment ago.

You know something isn't right when you actually hope your teacher stays sick, because you like the sub better (I don't actually hope she stays sick). The sub is really nice, engages us far more than the normal teacher, uses examples we have heard of before (Texas Chainsaw Massacre, etc...) instead of obscure references, and knows how to keep us interested... he's actually quite funny. I wouldn't dislike this class as I as now if he had been teaching all semester.

Ya know, yesterday was the first time that I really had a night that just frustrated me so badly. It's a long story, so I'll basically just say that I had a table walk out after they'd been waiting for about 25 minutes. That along with 1000 other things at that moment just beat my will to work to bits... not that I had much to begin with.

That's about all I feel like saying right now... I have the whole afternoon mostly free, so I think I'll enjoy it and maybe use a little bit of it to get working on that schoolwork I still have to do.

Tschüss!