Let the Games Begin.

Yay, another Monday. The funny thing is, Monday's not my most-hated day. It's a tie between Tuesday and Thursday, as that's when I'm in class the longest suffering through a class I find useless and a crypt course. After January 12, Wednesday will be my most-hated day, as I'll be in school from 8:00 AM to 3:20 PM... just like the good old high school days. Neh!

(Don't worry, Thursday, after January 12, you'll be my favorite day of the week, with your single class at 11:00 AM. I'll be at school for just an hour, AND I'll get to sleep in if I choose! Huzzah!)

The schedule for next semester will go up here sometime next week, unless I get bored and go on and put it here... or unless anybody gets curious.

So last night I didn't have my yearly nightmare. (That, or I did and have repressed it.) Instead it was one of those nights where I slept in hourlong "naps," then woke up for 30 minutes and looked around, paranoid. And since I didn't lay down until 11:30, and I wake up at 5:50... yeah. I had that dreaded paranoia set in, and I was convinced that somebody was going to come up behind me and shove a knife in my spine. I don't know why, but that's the "feeling" I get everytime I have bedtime paranoia... that somebody's just going to creep up behind me and stab me. They couldn't get in me in the front because I lay on my side with my chest facing the wall, but yeah. Why I have that particular feeling? Who knows. I'm a nutcase.

I did have a dream, though, but it was kinda weird. Mama and Daddy were actually staying in the same house, but Shelby wasn't there. Anyway, I was walking around waiting for class to start when I came across Daddy scrubbing the bathtub. (This let me know this was a dream; Daddy leaves the bathroom cleaning up to me.) I asked him what he was doing, and he looked at me and started coughing, saying, "This stuff on the floor wouldn't come out, so I'm going to scrub it with a chemical mix."

Random.

So anyway, the dream progressed with me driving to campus and wandering into the Center for Commerce and Technology (CCT) building, coming across my boyfriend sitting in the downstairs lobby. I blinked, wondering if I was seeing things, and he just smiled at me and asked, "What kept you? You're late."

I wandered over and decided to ignore my surprise at the whole thing, and we started talking about random things until the dream faded away and my alarm clock woke me up.

And yes, I woke up snuggled up to a pillow, much like I was snuggled up in the dream. Pillows aren't the same...

So I'll be wandering around the CCT building this morning on my guard, as I'm starting to think my dream is telling me I'm in for a few surprises today. But that's just a general concept. I'll probably take some time this morning after Microeconomics to mull it over deeper, as it's a voluntary-attendance review day this morning and I could go hide in the Howard building lounge until 9:00 if I want.

I hope it'll be a good day. I just know that at 10:28 this morning, I'll either cry, pray, or have a minute of silence. I try to remember to pray on these anniversaries, to talk to the person I miss and remind them that I still remember.

Just makes me wonder if I'm the only one who does it, though.