Trauma

You don't even know what happened to me this week.
But you get to hear about it anyway.

1. I got to see a kid in my first grade class projectile vomit all over everything. Repeatedly.
It was beyond gross.

2. I got two write 4 papers. Not 1. Not 2. But 4. All of said papers were over books that I never purchased or read. Of course, I have pretty much known about these papers all semester, or at least for more than a month. Being me, of course, I put it off to the last minute. In my defense, I have written some pretty fantastic papers in about 2 hours over books I never read.

3. I have ginormous project due on Monday, which I have also yet to start. And then I have an even-more-ginormous ginormous project due a couple weeks after that which involves me writing a book's worth of papers. I grudgingly admit that there is no feasible way to do this the night before, so I am going to have to start that soon. I probably actually should have started it already. Crap.

4. Why is it that you can't ever run into people that you don't want to run into when you look GOOD?

5. I don't know why, but for some reason I have developed this habit of waking up at 4 in the morning for no apparent reason. I go back to sleep, but its still quite annoying.

6. On the plus side, I did make a cake. Without destroying it. Which is pretty much a first for me. It was an anti-midterms cake. Although this could also be a bad thing, since I'm pretty sure if I eat anything else with butter or sugar in it I will have to buy a new wedding dress.