November 12th


Mondays are so lame. Least this one wasn't too lame, in fact I was the lame one. But, as always, it's not my fault. Here's a little secret about the beds in St. Nicolas, they suck. I mean are comparable to cardboard cut outs of beds. My back, front, sides, and the rest of me don't like to sleep on cardboard. In fact, I rather despise it. As of late I'm been having more problems than usual with sleep. I've tried to move my pillows around for more back support, but since I move a lot in my sleep the pillows are essentially useless. Last night it wasn't just my cardboard bed giving me back pain though. Last night was filled with nightmares, one repeating nightmare to be specific, that kept me from sleeping peacefully. Do you want to know what it was? I'm sure you don't, but I'm going to tell you anyways. Congratulations audience, you're about to have a behind the scenes look into the mind of Mary. Please keep your hands and feet inside the tour bus at all times and please, no flash photography. We wouldn't want to aggravate the beasts that live within my imagination now would we? The dream begins with me walking down a plain empty corridor. There's nothing special about it; tiled floors, fluorescent lights, and the occasional over-sized potted plant. Perfectly simple and business like. Then I stop walking and stand for a moment. The white walls of the hallway begin to melt around me. I look down and see the tiles falling into a thick black liquid. I turn to run, but the tiles beneath me disappear and I plunge backwards into the black liquid. At first it feels like water crashing around me. However, I then realized that it's not water but rather scales slithering over me. Pythons to be precise, huge terrifying pythons. I want to scream but can't. I cannot scream because my chest is being crushed by the snakes. Then my throat starts to tighten. I close my eyes, and BAMN! I wake up gasping for breath. I chugged so much water after that dream, it was that disturbing to me. Best part is I kept having that dream over and over throughout the night. Thus why it was no surprise that I finally "woke up" around noon-ish/one-ish. The price for an active imagination isn't pleasant; the nightmares definitely keep you scared. Anyways the reason I was lame is because I let the morning slip away from me, darn. Oh well. I have class at three-thirty so no big deal. Class was 2/3 interesting 1/3 boring because there were three speeches. The two interesting speeches were done by my German friend Natalie and a Chinese exchange student. Natalie discussed champagne and even had some media clips thrown in for pizzazz. The Chinese student discussed the differences between French and Chinese cuisine, down to the chopsticks verses forks. The second of the two made me hungry, she included photos, because who doesn't love Chinese food? Boring people, maybe. The uninteresting/boring speech was done by our Russian exchange student. It was a drag for two reasons; firstly her topic was French economics, and secondly she made the power point that morning. Oh doll, you need to prepare more. Take it from a professional procrastinator, the night before is the time to do the last minute projects never the day of. Oh well, I think M. Martel enjoyed all three of them, and hey we were let out of class early. I won't say it was a great day, rather it was a grey day. 

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