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Classes start tomorrow, and I am in no way prepared. Well, that's not true. I have my books (save four), I have notebooks, I have pens. I have a bag and clean clothes and my schedule all printed out. I even printed out a map so I can find the buildings I have class in (because I'd never heard of Walter Light Hall before tonight, and had no idea where Macdonald Hall was). I fixed my bike up and it's outside all ready for me to ride it to campus tomorrow morning.
The one thing I'm not ready for is the actual classes. I'm still in summer/relaxation/home renovation mindset. I set up my sewing machione tonight intending to make curtains before I realized that I had to pack things up for tomorrow morning (and that I hadn't bought thread). I watched cartoons and a movie instead of making a lunch. And now I'm sitting up at 11:55 writing rather than getting a good night's sleep.
Truth be told, though, I'm kind of afraid to go to sleep. The past two nights I've had horrible nightmares. Friday night, after spending the evening by myself in the living room watching The Opposite of Sex then Dogma, doing my laundry and falling asleep every ten seconds, I dreamt that I was at my grandad's retirement home. I was getting really annoyed with him because he wasn't following what I was saying, and because he kept getting confused. I got really angry and stormed out of the room and yelled at him. I woke up crying. This is disturbing to me mostly because my grandad died only a week or so before I came here, but also because I felt as annoyed as I was in the dream a lot while he was still alive for precisely those reasons. I woke up feeling like a royal shit.
The last night, I had another nightmare. The dream wasn't as much of a story as the one before, more a jumble of images and emotions. I remember being tied with my hands behind my back and around my ankles, and I remember there being sand involved (possibly being burried in sand), and I remember there being the sense that someone was mocking me. In any event, not a very fun dream. So who knows how tonight will go. I may end up crying my way through my first class of the year. Hopefully not, though.
I'd better get to sleep, though. It's hot as Hades here, but I've got two fans pointed streight for my bed. Wish me luck! And good luck to the rest of you starting classes (or fending off nightmares).
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