Thorns, PMS and Insanity (if only temporary)

If only there was a way to measure procrastination. Is there a scale? I should make one... Wait! That would only prolong my procrastination.

Yup, another day spent doing things that don't need to be done right away. I ignored my homework until the last minute and now it's midnight and technically Monday. At least I have one of the two classes I don't hate tomorrow. It's what makes Monday that little bit more bearable.

BEd is strange. It's like being in your own timezone. You can feel each minute slowly ticking by as if each minute was a new thorn being stuck in your foot. I realize that probably doesn't sound like it makes much sense, but it does. Time goes by so slowly you literally feel pain. The bottoms of your feet are sensitive. Then there's the whole thorn in my side saying. Also, if you have thorns in your feet, you aren't running away and let's face it, with all the money invested in this year, I can't afford to run away without the threat of serious pain. My parents wouldn't even try to hide my body. Other times, it feels like no time has passed at all. When I think that I've almost completed half the year, I want to cry with joy because it doesn't feel like it's half over. I'm usually glass half empty but in this case, I'm being optimistic. Remember this moment, it's a rare one.

At least this week will be better than last week. Fun discovery! BEd, lack of sleep and PMS were not meant to go together. EVER! It's asking for a murder. So I'd like to take this moment and applaud my female compatriots who have controlled the urge to murder, maim and vandalize. Though in our minds these act would be justifiable, PMS has not yet been recognized as a form of temporary insanity. At least I don't think it has... did they do something like that on SVU once? But seriously, excess hormones are not cool when you're already frustrated. I wanted to break a guy's hand this week. And he's a nice guy! He made really good cookies (which is not the reason I wanted to break his hand... dude wouldn't stop drumming on his table). And for some reason, I didn't feel guilty about wanting to break his hand while eating the cookie... see, that's BEd sucking my soul right out of me. EVIDENCE! THERE'S EVIDENCE!

Okay, so clearly I'm tired. I have an eight thirty class tomorrow and I'm going to need to be rested because napping in class is frowned upon. Too bad they don't have naps in school anymore... I wouldn't mind a class on the nap if we got to nap.

Lauren.